Paris

Paris

It’s like I am a guitar and the fingers

of lovers are strumming the strings

Spinning my emotions

Commanding me to stay

She said

We walked the busy streets of Paris

Too full of lovers overflowing in spring

To find us a little place

In a Paris with no space

Its fingers are making me sing love songs

I am so in love with you

So in love she sighed

We walked from room to room

seeking pure light from the north

to touch her beauty as I painted her

I feel like it is you inside me

Your fingers playing my heart

Allowing it to beat and flow blood

Keeping it safe and loved she said

I entered her through

 the door of her heart

In Paris that springtime

And found my home

Where I would always stay