Paris Poem by Anzelyne shideshe

I'm in Paris,
The city of light,
To feed my sight,
To happiness at sight,
Infinite of possibilities.

He is in Paris,
He reminds me of spring,
Vibrant noises,
Cheerful streets,
Filled with life.

I'm in Paris,
Bombard with scenes,
Of the lovers in this metropolis,
The wind reassures,
A caress of flavors to aromas,
A whisper of romance too.

He is strolling the boulevards of Paris,
Surrounded by veils of flowers,
Blooming colorful blossoms,
Through the parks, museums and exhibitions,
Shrouded with breathable scents.

We met in Paris,
At the majestic Eiffel Tower
Starring, shimmering, flicker of lights,
Narrated its unique existence,
Parisians and tourists on the quays,
River seine waving Goodnight,
The twilight goes in tranquil.