Young Love In Paris

YOUNG LOVE IN PARIS I wander down each dark, forgotten street, some not a lamp be lit to show the way the very heart of Paris--at my feet, where lovers go to hide from light of day and still your love it follows me until, my very heart is crushed by all the pain just watching lovers have and take their fill of flesh and joy of loving once again; the sounds of love come closing in on me from out the dark--they breath into my mind reminders of the way we used to be when Paris wasn't just a dream to find; I'll make believe--some girl is you--and then continue searching for the way we've been. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet