Paris
the jet sets down at Orly
the tarmac covered in snow
Paris in the winter
the only time to go
we practiced on our French
cafe, croissants, french kissing
liaison amoureuse
things French we're still perfecting
we tour the Louvre and Champs Elysees
Arc de Triophe and Eiffel tower
we drink in everything we can
time grows shorter by the hour
evenings were my favorite time
loving long into the night
nothing removes chill better
than when passion ignites
Paris was a while ago
but the memories remain
of you, of love, of passion
oh Paris? it never changes
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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