It’s night, freezing much outside. You’re talking about Paris… Let me, please, sit closer to you And I’ll move nearer to Paris.
You’re talking about Montmartre And lo I am there by now. I hear from all sides: “Oh, belle mademoiselle!” I’m blushing as under the crown.
“Je suis fasciné par vous!” “Oh, merci!” “Quelle beauté!” My feet are going numb. “Asseyer-vous, s'il vous plait. Je veux peindre de vous!” I can’t say no, and I sit down.
'Je marche sur Montmartre…' And though I only dream it, Beautiful Paris, that I see in your eyes, Is enough for me to fall in love with it.
A few days ago, I met an old friend who had just returned from Paris. We talked all night. He was speaking, and I was listening with my eyes wide open! I decided to capture this moment of my life in this poem. Thank you very much for reading! 💖