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
