The enchanting trees,
Leaves and flowers.
The pristine water,
Cloud in the clear sky.

Awe filled in,
So tall the buildings.
Crisp cold air,
Blowing kisses to the Eiffel.

Wind in your hair,
Pedal to your feet.
Romance in the air,
French in thy tongue.

Bonjour to the city of love,
Sublime in every inch.
Visited in photographs and stories,
Dreamt in books and poems.

When I go to Paris..
The city of love,
When this dream of mine comes true,
I would not click pictures,
I would not write poems,
I would not strum my guitar.

I would sit back,
Stretch my legs,
Draw in a breath,
And savor it all..



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