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