I feel the feather of hair
Across my closed eyelids
The smell of your eyeliner, Your lipstick
Ripe as apples red

Emerald canvas below this beloved brow
sharp as a diamond

A palette to a French painting
Style and grace on the river broad

I, like you! inherited this dream
Of passion and heart for
A casual stroll with umbrellas, to block the sun
Through the parks and slow strides
and thee  ripples of water along the canals

I cannot just sit hear and try to comprehend
The beauty of your perfume
I try to gather senses
Of the softness of your lips
The overwhelming beauty of your song

In Paris painting a picture of a valentine

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