It’s like I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions,
Commanding me to stay,
She said

We walked the busy streets of Montmartre
Its bright lights as warm as our love.
A Paris to full of lovers
overflowing in this spring night.
To find us a little studio place.
In a Paris with no space.

She stops for a kiss
Its fingers are making me
sing love songs.
I am so in love with you,
So in love,
she sighed

We walked from room to room.
seeking the pure light from the north.
To touch her beauty as I painted her.
She poses for the magic of my brush.

I feel like it is you inside me
Your fingers playing my heart
Allowing it to beat and flow blood
Keeping it safe and loved
she said*

I entered her through
, the door of her heart
Which she opened for only me.
And there In Paris
that long ago springtime
I found my home
Where I would never leave.