The City of Love
A Parisian storm, romantic aromas, wine, cool rain, intoxicating. An interesting place, paradise It can be anywhere.
Strolling through Paris;
streets are filled with the aroma
of blooming roses;
the significance of lovers being wrapped
by the wings of white doves.
Couples come and go like ‘dusk till dawn’.
In a little street café Summer's ending, fall begins Paris, the best place to be. Because of you and nothing else.
As time flows by, cafés are heated
up by each kiss taken upon a croissant
filled with wild desires.
The shimmer of the sun is replaced
by it’s undying lover: the moon.
A peaceful night has flown into action
to illuminate the flirtatious scent
of brewing coffee dancing
around those so called lovebirds.
Don't forget the one place undying
love is officially stitched
together: the Eiffel Tower.
Standing upon the highest terrace
on this magnificent creation;
what a dream come true.
Maybe I'm too late to be your first.
Maybe there other people who suit your criteria most
but I'm preparing myself to be your last.
Talking to you, laughing with you
being with you changes my whole mood
You were you and I was I
we were two before our time
I was yours before I knew
and you have always been mine too.
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