Cold Night In Paris - Monsieur L'Vampyre

COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS There's never been another dark on earth quite like the dark of Paris under snow, where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth, and no demands are made, when time to go. Where lovers slip into the hiding night, oblivious to cold or freezing rain, anticipating love, that surely might warm up their lives for just a night, again. And love's a little warmer, from the cold; it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat; and warms the lives of both the young and old, who find their love with-in their body heat. Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear, without it cold is something they would fear. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet