Spring Paris Poems

Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work).
‘Headstart for Happiness,’...

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luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris
She said it was the only place to be in the spring
they fit in well
turquoise and green
colors of...

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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...

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For crying out loud
I am awesomely proud
To be a Fool in love
With Mother Nature.
I thank the Almighty above
For everything he has done
Hoping that I have...

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Paris welcomes all for Spring Break
Yet some find they made a mistake
For April Showers
Are great for flowers
But never will quench an hard ache...

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We were at a club in Paris called L’Arc. It’s an outdoor club (spring break plus covid safety) that’s underneath the Arc de Triomphe. It’s...

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Every now and then
I visit the park
It's beautiful in autumn
As if spring sleeps on the ground
But then there my lover is
Wearing her summer smile
Dancing in...

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Lavender Fields

In a vast sea of scents and sights 
    poetry floats to the top 
      ...

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"PARIS"


Her perfume follows him
from room to room
Lily-of-the-Valley-Roses
lingers in the corners 
of his mind, the hollow of 
his neck
a soft kiss some hot moment back
in time,...

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Flowers
Fragrances and bouquets
Morning dewdrops
The rising sun
Throwing promises
As Gaiety sings
Young lovers kissing 
As the rose buds bloom
Rain drops caressing
Memories floating
Past and present meld
In the coming of...

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Afternoon slips into early evening
Cafes fill
Daylight hides in soft shadows
Outdoor tables wait
Couples slip into seats, order 
Sitting, watching people  
Chatter fills the air
Supper comes...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Parisienne Walk
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see...

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Paris is where old lovers die
In cafes sipping memories
Lost loves like cream in espresso
Slowly fading, getting frigid in time
As I walk along the seine
I hold...

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The Great Levels Of Our Love

It starts with lavender and baby powder
My lover knows the fragrance and scents of love
The ardent aroma, baby soft kisses...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my...

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