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He Told Me About Paris he told me about Paris after making love… how he once sat in the Café de Flore as a boy… awaiting his mother who danced for a living… he told me about Paris over morning coffee, and no mention of the night before he talked with love for a city I’ll never know…. strolling along the river Seine in sunsets of orange and tangerine… he told me about the The Musée du Louvre as he made Coriander omelettes … squeezing fresh lemon in glasses of ice water… la Ville Lumière… he murmured as he gazed deep into my eyes City of Light and Love… I’ll take you there… if you dare to come he promised as he lay a soft tender kiss on each toe… he told me about Paris… and the Notre-Dame Cathedral and Café de la Paix, where the streets were Prolific with revellers and the after-opera crowd… I’ll take you to The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel he whispered as he placed a Bracelet on my wrist and we can hold hands as we stroll around the monument… I’ll take you to Paris, in the Autumn, he promised our feet will crunch the golden leaves of the Jardin des Tuileries…. … so young I was… such a dreamer… floating on visions that he wove with love- - he told me about Paris, his voice husky with longing and I too young to realise… he was dreaming too…. Sharonlee©9-
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
He Told Me About Paris
He Told Me About Paris he told me about Paris after making love… how he once sat in the Café de Flore as a boy… awaiting his mother who danced for a living… he told me about Paris over morning coffee, and no mention of the night before he talked with love for a city I’ll never know…. strolling along the river Seine in sunsets of orange and tangerine… he told me about the The Musée du Louvre as he made Coriander omelettes … squeezing fresh lemon in glasses of ice water… la Ville Lumière… he murmured as he gazed deep into my eyes City of Light and Love… I’ll take you there… if you dare to come he promised as he lay a soft tender kiss on each toe… he told me about Paris… and the Notre-Dame Cathedral and Café de la Paix, where the streets were Prolific with revellers and the after-opera crowd… I’ll take you to The Arc de Triomphe du Carrousel he whispered as he placed a Bracelet on my wrist and we can hold hands as we stroll around the monument… I’ll take you to Paris, in the Autumn, he promised our feet will crunch the golden leaves of the Jardin des Tuileries…. … so young I was… such a dreamer… floating on visions that he wove with love- - he told me about Paris, his voice husky with longing and I too young to realise… he was dreaming too…. Sharonlee©9-
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
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