Pretty girls go by
With feral eyes
Yet none compare
To Felicity

Who sits with me
At Le Select
On the Boulevard Montparnasse
As evening falls

Felicity with whom
I made love
Last night
On the Rue Troyon

As darkness falls
We'll make love
With Paris
From atop the tower

Where a feminine city
Shines like jewels
On a sea of love
True love - ours.