He always spoke with an accent
French was so becoming to him
Many romantic dinners at bistro's
And our new love borne on a whim;
He always gave me roses...
And spoke of romance upon the Seine
With promises of April love
And eternal sunshine with no more rain;
He always spoke of the City of Light
And all of the love waiting there for me
A love as tall as the Eiffel Tower
And as deep as the mighty sea;
By, Theodora Onken
October 18,2016
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