In Portugal, my heart finds home once more,
A land of beauty, history, to explore,
I yearn to take my family there one day,
And in its wonders, let our spirits sway.
To Sintra’s hills, I’ll lead my loving wife,
Where nature’s grace and architecture thrive,
For in this place, as stunning as the sea,
Her beauty shines, a perfect harmony.
In Lisbon’s night, I’ll take my daughter dear,
To hear the fado’s mournful notes so clear,
Its soulful strains, like tears of love and pain,
Resemble hers, in each melodious refrain.
In Porto’s streets, another daughter’s gaze,
Shall fall upon azulejos, in a daze,
Their patterns intricate, like dreams untold,
Her eyes, a masterpiece of life and soul.
To my young son, a castle old and grand,
Where history and legends still do stand,
With stone walls strong, where knights once roamed,
A bond between father and son will be honed.
Oh, Portuguese people, in your warm embrace,
I’ve found a home, a sacred, cherished place,
Your spirit, rich in culture, love, and art,
Has captured my affections from the start.
From Sintra’s hills to Lisbon’s vibrant shores,
Portugal, you’re the land my heart adores,
With family by my side, together we will roam,
In this, my cherished homeland, I’ll find my heart’s true home.
Hayden Coombs 