Mon Paris

Written by: arthur vaso

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