It was so very many years ago
Yet it comes to me like it was  yesterday.
we walked the pathway of the seine river.
Arm in arm.
in love for the first time
There is nothing like the first love.
Nothing at all, ever again.

We walked the busy streets of old Paris.
The perfume of blossoms intermingle
with the smell of the bakery at the patisserie

The city of romance.
Too full of lovers overflowing in that springtime.
Trying to find a little studio that we could afford.
In a Paris with no space

You stopped and held me close.
I am a guitar and the fingers
of lovers are strumming the strings
Spinning my emotions
Commanding me to stay
She said

We walked from studio to studio
seeking the pure light from the north
to touch her beauty
as I painted her for the first time.

From the sofa in my studio
She whispered to me.

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

I looked at her
so beautiful
so much what I needed
So breathtaking to me.

And there in that
distant Springtime
in Paris….

I entered her through
the door of her heart
that she left open
only for me.
And found my home
Where I would always stay