I thought you would never leave the window
As the day dozed dreamily into night
Noticing every shade and nuance
You turned and squealed to me in delight
From Castelo down to Mouraria
Over to Belem and the bridge beyond,
Your eyes drank deeply of the beauty of Lisbon
As your heart developed a lasting bond
© Ray Mather 2009
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