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Mon Paris

My love, I cherish
Your words
Your thoughts
Your soft lips

My love
I cherish the walks
The soft winds of fall
le jardin, L'eau

The flowers in bloom
The cafes and cloudy skies
Madeleine, columns of the past
Your eyes, holding on, to the last

The streets so vibrant, your touch at my side
And as we stroll along life's garden paths
Your soul sings in silence
Paris at last

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  1. Date: 3/2/2013 11:59:00 PM
    Be careful Arthur, your sensitive side is showing! This is a delightful piece, well structured quatrains, each one different. Neat rhyming and glorious imagery! BRAVO my friend!! Keith

    vaso Avatar arthur vaso
    Date: 3/3/2013 12:02:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    LOL thank you, I wont tell if you dont!!!
  1. Date: 2/28/2013 2:18:00 AM
    You obviously enjoyed the place, Arthur. Very evocative piece of poetry.

  1. Date: 2/21/2013 9:43:00 PM
    Lets start the night, avec une réservation chez Le Dauphin & then move on to wet our lips @ Albion & then move on to Vivant Table where we will indulge our eyes & seek inspiration from the body aret & have the wine wisk us away into places unknown. Feeling a bit inspirational, we then move on to end the night with a bit of lively movements, we shall surround ourselves in the athmosphere @ Le Verre Volé. Care to join me? nous faisons rendez-vous?

    vaso Avatar arthur vaso
    Date: 2/23/2013 9:17:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Minuit. Voici l'heure du crime. Sortant d'une chambre voisine, Un homme surgit dans le noir. Il ôte ses souliers, S'approche de l'armoire Sur la pointe des pieds Et saisit un couteau Dont l'acier luit, bien aiguisé. Puis, masquant ses yeux de fouine Avec un pan de son manteau, Il pénètre dans la cuisine Et, d'un seul coup, comme un bourreau Avant que ne crie la victime, Ouvre le coeur d'un artichaut - Maurice Careme
    vaso Avatar arthur vaso
    Date: 2/23/2013 9:15:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    0148065841 0142460244 0142464355 0148031734 Done!
  1. Date: 2/21/2013 8:57:00 PM
    Arthur, wow... le jardin... is that a garden. your poem is lovely, and the imagery is breathtaking ...xox~ LINDA

  1. Date: 2/20/2013 8:24:00 PM
    I loved this romantic write. Very dreamy and enchanting. :) Thanks for your lovely comments on my poems! :)

  1. Date: 2/19/2013 3:31:00 PM
    Hi Arthur, nice write...Seren soupmail

  1. Date: 2/19/2013 12:56:00 AM
    Arthur a very romantic write about a great part of Paris, I love Madeline it is a fabulous place and yes the columns and inside the building are just stunning, Fauchon ah chocolate heaven for those that like it...David

  1. Date: 2/18/2013 9:52:00 PM
    Awesome write!

  1. Date: 2/18/2013 11:42:00 AM
    Love this! Beautiful :)

  1. Date: 2/18/2013 7:58:00 AM
    Your french words are not foreign to me. I was born and raised in Montreal and lived there for the first 42 years of life. Studied french in school... it was mandatory. Have longed to visit Paris but the time is getting short! Hope you are enjoying it here!

  1. Date: 2/17/2013 10:23:00 PM
    Wow, so true that the romantic is not where you are but how you built it :D your poem is "tres bien", loved it! :)