Notes About The Poem
Monsieur L'Vampyre says, "Yes, I know how to spell vampire in both English and in French, and I also know how to spell my own name, and it is spelled,,,,,,,,,
"L ' V a m p y r e."
Gracios beaucoup. LOL
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
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