Dear Paris

Dear Paris, you played me hard; I thought love was holding all the cards but that was just the first hand; Bumped into him sitting in a cafe we talked as the time slipped away splitting a perfect chocolate eclair; Enjoyed a picnic in the French countryside as beautiful as you described framed in a strawberry lemonade sunset; It felt like the script of a romantic movie He told me how he felt wholeheartedly; A true gentleman he gave me a rose; Believing all of his talk of true love I smiled and I ate it all up hoodwinked by the screenplay’s magic ; Dear Paris why that filthy plot twist? He was nothing but counterfeit and faded to a nameless character; The vision that you painted left me unbelievably tainted; My eyes burned by your image of France.