Paris
Often when I thought of you,
Paris was my first recollection.
"la ville-lumière"
similar to the flame you lit in me
the city where it has ruptured in art
but, in comparison to the person you are
you make it all seem so insignificant
the golden glow that shined on the stones
as if the radiance like the one in your eyes
the history of your composition
could captivate the frigid
you were a bit of the old and the new
a breath of fresh air
with every aspect of solidity life could offer
with a goût of romance and utmost elegance
our eyes fixated on the identical spot
cigarette lit in both hands,
if only Paris could bring us closer.
Copyright © Maryann R. | Year Posted 2014
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