In Paris

It was so very many years ago
Yet it comes to me like yesterday.
we walked the pathway of the seine
arm in arm in love for the first time

We walked the busy streets of Paris
Too full of lovers overflowing in spring
To find us a little studio place
In a Paris with no space

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.

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 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 for me
And found my home
Where I would always stay