Dear Paris
Cigarette smoky dawns.
Roses on balconies, midnight soirees.
La Vie en Rose on the Metro,
accordian solo.
Croissants for breakfast,
raspberry tarts au Champs Elysèes.
Sugar scent of crepes coating the air.
The city like a watercolour in rain;
oil painting in sun. Place du Tertre,
ruby red cafes and artists like flocks of pigeons.
L' etoile. Mirage sightings of the Eiffel Tower from afar.
Montmartre escalier. Cherry blossoms falling at Notre Dame.
Sunset on the Seine painting
everything gold. The light
of a shimmering summer evening.
Halcyon time.
Believe it or not, the portrait you painted of me
all those years ago
still hangs in my heart; boulevard of broken dreams, forgotten fantasies.
Ours was a love affair of youth.
Paris, I miss you; tu me manques.
Until we meet again -
wish you were here (taps heart).
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