Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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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Space Cadet March 11, 2017 at 8:31 PM THIS is poetry. --Wesley C. Arthur Vaso March 11, 2017 at 8:33 PM You are very kind! thank you!

Keith Bickerstaffe March 2, 2013 at 11:59 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 Arthur Vaso March 3, 2013 at 12:02 AM LOL thank you, I wont tell if you dont!!!

Red Omara February 28, 2013 at 2:18 AM You obviously enjoyed the place, Arthur. Very evocative piece of poetry.

Poet Destroyer A February 21, 2013 at 8:57 PM Arthur, wow... le jardin... is that a garden. your poem is lovely, and the imagery is breathtaking ...xox~ LINDA

Eileen Manassian February 20, 2013 at 8:24 PM I loved this romantic write. Very dreamy and enchanting. :) Thanks for your lovely comments on my poems! :)

Seren Roberts February 19, 2013 at 3:31 PM Hi Arthur, nice write...Seren soupmail

David Williams February 19, 2013 at 12:56 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

Skyler Dawn February 18, 2013 at 9:52 PM Awesome write!

Jack Ellison February 18, 2013 at 7:58 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!

Yanny Widjanarko February 17, 2013 at 10:23 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! :)