Many smiles, many hairstyles,
as lovers hand in hand walk
while some heart in heart talk;
where is love in pairs
like naughty lovebirds
nowhere but in Paris.
I saw with bewilderment
I saw with my own eyes
passion in youngest of hearts
promises in oldest of minds
as together they walk
telling each other
love is not a dream,
love is real,
love is a song,
love is a silent feeling;
love is sitting by historic places
walking those lanes
in togetherness
by the Eiffel tower
making promises
hoping they will last forever
trying to repeat history
poetry, culture
a sense of enchantment;
a romance that never ends
due to fervent inter-actions
between two people
black or white,
green eyes or blue
dark hair or blonde
as the heart beats upon
each other's chest
each other's whispers
each other's kisses;
above all, the city of Paris
mellows down a theme
that displays passion,
passiveness and peace;
amidst those tattoos
a story of love speaks
a thousand speechless words,
want to understand that
walk about in that city called Paris
so full of passion and intrigue.
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