" Morning in Paris"
Blinked my eyes as sun rise,
Morning breeze as cold as ice.
A hot choco for a sore throat,
so soft it makes me float.
A picturesque scenery,
so beauteous it makes me teary.
Beautiful like a poetry,
so much for an artistry.
Love flowing in the sky,
so love is so high.
A country of love indeed,
lovely people makes my eyes feed.
A morning like no other,
makes me want to stay here forever.
For Paris is my dream,
now I'm at its realm.
This poem is about:
Me