I see all Paris draped in molten gold
    Each window but an ember, young and bright
A dazzling, amber flame, brazen and bold
   Than e’en cannot be swallowed by the night

Coarse are the stars, like gems that loom above
    The clouds that sew the web of the blue sky
And in your eyes, I see the flame of love
    The everlasting flame that shan’t e’er die

A light, soft snow, like gentle feathers soar
    And land upon each dome, each roof, each street
The night is cold, the stars that glisten o’er
    Within the oceans of your soft eyes, meet

And I’m entranced by your sweet, tender face
    Your smile, kind and warm, and ne’er enough
Of words could say, how perfect is this place-
    Paris-the city of wealth-and of love

We are the restless clouds that sift through night
    That speed and veil the graceful midnight moon
That pass across the stars, small jewels bright
    We are two clouds dressed in soft, snow-white plume

But even as we pass, we seem a pair
    O, most unfit and frightful, so I’d say
But e’en such thoughts won’t ever ***** love’s flare
    But e’en such thought won’t e’er veer love away

We are the restless clouds that break the mere
    Of sky, a perfect, untouched pane of blue
That pass the forests, that in our flight tear
    The lands, supine, the meadows cloaked in dew

We pass with the cool winds of purest dream
    We are two clouds that soar most high above
Each valley and each shadow-swallowed stream
    We are two clouds, bound with the force of love

A bed of slowly dying roses, wan
    With paucity of prickles, bright and young
Lay dry, gorging on tears that fall upon
    The earth, but suddenly a maiden sung

And with her gentle voice that rose above
    The clouds, white stags most swift and soft and lithe
The roses, dead, arose with strengthened love
    Like Spring’s first blush, most fair and warm and blithe

And then the fair-voiced maiden fled to night
    Away across the moon and the gold sun
And now the roses stand tall with red pride
    The fair-voiced maiden knows her deed she’s done

And whenever blossoms are dying black
    Frail and faint under death’s tattered wing
The maiden of love, o, she will come back
    And with the voice of love, once more she’ll sing…

When summer left its legacy
Arrived autumn with its warm flare
From cerulean seas came she
A lilac in her sea-breezed hair
And burst in utter joy my heart
Knowing fore’er we can’t depart
Though hard to practice love’s own art
Love with her still yearned I to share

When blossomed fruits again, spring drew
I walked near dark poppies with she
And sang sweetly the doves that flew
In lovely hymns of euphony
And hope against hope with the breeze
Our love will start with steady ease
And luckily it will ne’er cease:
I loving her, her loving me

Though in mere moments, quick, met we
A feel I have our love will stay
And sat we in serenity
By ponds where misty dusk there lay
And looked I at her face upon
As gentle as the setting sun
And hopefully be us as one
Though be we young or withered gray

And suddenly drew I most close
And gently placed my arm round she
And as I did, our free hearts rose
She turned around to look at me
And as set the gold sun below
Suddenly then and now I know
Our love appears to be true, so
Forever I will stay with she
The one who came from the Cerulean Sea
Solely for me and only me

That gorgeous lass, she looks at me
Her eyes twinkling like stars above
Like diamonds with fine clarity
Fallen I by clutches of love
Although lurk I in sorrow still
Knowing be mine never she will

My heart is dark with my strong woe
My soul is crippled down to none
Knowing she’s ne’er mine leaves me so
In a piece, no longer a one
For though she seems like a seraph
At me Cupid can only laugh

As he says, “the best joke I’ve seen
She can ne’er be yours so leave off
Quit from continuing to glean
Your ‘precious gems’ of petty love.”
And though those words were most severe
I’ll still chase love now that it’s here

For a joke, true love never is
And tis the wave and tis my call
For she fills my heart’s gap with bliss
The deep gap that once scarred my soul
I’ll love the one I always loved
No matter what, ‘gainst grim I’ll go
And hope against all hope I got
She, that girl will just love me so

And love me till the end of light…

The once lively river dried, now it’s bare
Its sweet, flowing song gone forevermore
Life’s pleasant melody just isn’t there
And won’t be there to drown within fate’s shore

For I shunned hope, I shot down all of love
And cringed whenever all my problems came
Too scared to face all of these problems, tough
Regret I, for it shan’t e’er be the same

The river dried, the rush I cannot hear
Of azure streams as they snaked through life’s land
And o, ignored I every step from ere’
And each problem and every helpful hand

I stayed inside, abhorred the streaming glow
Never answered my door for hope or strife
And repeated such foolish folly though
Each day on after, each day of my life

Eventually I faced comeuppance, mine
For I deserve this pain and woe and strife
For I shunned all of bitter hap through time
For I had shunned all of the haps of life

The train comes close, huffing a puff of gray
My heart a numb and shattered piece of ice
My back’s turned to her as she boards away
The last of her packages, her supplies
The clouds above a silver, hoary black
But when the train’s last cry the air did blade
I turned to look at it behind my back
But sadly far off like mist it did fade
But then an urge took over my wan heart
And I began to run after that train
Just like a famished wolf, just like a dart
But only then I realized I’m insane
For trying this fast train to catch, tis tough
A deed, just like trying to catch torn love