Sherell Crumpton Poet Enclosed Rhyme

When I Think of Paris

When i think of Paris
I think of how often i will reminisce
When i think of Paris
I think of ones lips i once kissed
when i think of paris 
i think of all happiness
when i think of Paris 
I think of who's Love i Really Missed
when i think of Paris
I think of tenderness
when i  think of paris
i think of his warm embarrass and his kiss
When i think of Paris
i think of his face which i daily missed
when i think of paris
i think of love and marriage
when i think of Paris
i think of the things that made me embarrassed
when i think of Paris
i think of my heart that he shattered
when i think of Paris

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