Jim Slaughter Poet Verse

Paris In The Spring

If ever I should go again to Paris,
I hope that I can be there in the spring.
They say April is the time of year
When love pervades the atmosphere.
Couples stroll along the Seine,
Arm in arm or hand in hand,
They browse quaint bookstalls on the quay
And share a kiss along the way.
Perhaps they'll find a quiet nook
Where they can sit, sip wine, and look
Into each other's eyes and keep the world at bay. 
For Paris captures in its spell
Those young messieurs and mesdemoiselles
Who find romance a many-splendored thing.
Where love's hopes and dreams survive and thrive,
Old hearts may even come alive
In that magic place that's Paris in the spring.

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Maurice Rigoler April 15, 2023 at 5:50 PM The worst month to visit Paris is August – that's when most parisiennes are on vacation. October isn't much better either, that's when the French fashion industry goes all out with their newest lines of clothing. I prefer April, not mobbed with tourists. / Maurice Jim Slaughter April 16, 2023 at 9:31 AM Thanks, M. August is actually the month I was in Paris, and you're right.