Red Umbrella
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We stroll beneath the Eiffel Tower,
Caught amidst an autumn shower,
Just my petite amie and me,
Snuggled warm and dampness-free.
Bound to hear true romance call,
Close 'neath our crimson parasol -
Her little dog takes shelter, too,
(Chance for a stolen kiss-or-two).
Oh, blessed am I to be your fella,
Your lips, bright as our red umbrella,
Juicy fruits, fresh from the vine -
Succulent when pressed to mine.
So, let the droplets dance and spatter,
Sweet its song, that pitter-patter,
The bubbles in our day's champagne ...
How wondrous, Paris ... in the rain!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Red Umbrella" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2018
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