When I Think of Paris

When i think of Paris I think of how often i will reminisce When i think of Paris I think of ones lips i once kissed when i think of paris i think of all happiness when i think of Paris I think of who's Love i Really Missed when i think of Paris I think of tenderness when i think of paris i think of his warm embarrass and his kiss When i think of Paris i think of his face which i daily missed when i think of paris i think of love and marriage when i think of Paris i think of the things that made me embarrassed when i think of Paris i think of my heart that he shattered when i think of Paris