Night sky over Paris, doesn't speak starry love tonight intimate soul, maker of my spirit's whole, Paris would love to hold close to it's broad heart, didn't we elope through the Metro tunnel of experiences,then I made you wear my coat to protect you from winter cold, hid you in the cozy interior of my memory well lit, where you wait on a hope, unsuspecting losing all sense of time.Still at Arc de Triomphe , I wait for the train that never comes, I suspect you are a prisoner, in the urban jungle of La Defense beyond the lonely whiteness of Grande Arche time the marauder comes in without knocking, he must have took you away, none will know when the tunnel of our experiences, once we knew are bare I'll be going alone soon in a dark train to nowhere where are you, where are you, my voice chokes and fail
പ്രണയ പരാജിതരുടെ ഗോപുരത്തിലെ തടവുകാരിക്കുവേണ്ടി ഒരു രോദനം