" Morning in Paris"

Blinked my eyes as sun rise, 

Morning breeze as cold as ice.

A hot choco for a sore throat,

so soft it makes me float. 

A picturesque scenery,

so beauteous it makes me teary. 

Beautiful like a poetry,

so much for an artistry.

Love flowing in the sky, 

so love is so high.

A country of love indeed, 

lovely people makes my eyes feed. 

A morning like no other,

makes me want to stay here forever.

For Paris is my dream,

now I'm at its realm.