IN PARIS
In Paris
In silent gaze I felt I had slept my life away
Every time I look down on this timeless town
My mind take in a new sound
Whether blue or gray be in the skies
I hold on to Paris love in his eyes to mine
Whether loud be his cheers or whether soft be in tears
His love I hold in my heart so dear
More and more I do realize this man is the King of my life
Paris is the place my heart always wanted to be in in spring
Paris in the fall I once had a broken heart
Paris in the winter made me see the loneliness of me
Paris in the summer when it sizzles in my heart
True Love moved me and had taken my heart.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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