Cobblestone Streets

by Mary Beth on April 6, 2018

Cobblestone streets wooing us

Admiring Monet’s finest,

To quaint  cafes’

Sipping café  au lait.

Intimate laughter

And spontaneous love,

In unity our hearts

Danced streets of historical arts.

Before our eyes dusk shines

Of elegant passion.

Arc de Triumph;

Paris’ place

Reveals her other face.

Capturing a breath of her beauty

We share with invitation,

Her loveliness or our love that sings?

No tender hesitation.

The various sights

Only fed the flame of our love.

For without you my darling,

   Paris would not be herself.   ~mba


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