Paris Love Story

Paris 1960

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
Looking 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

Stopping by the Arc de triumph
I looked at her
so beautiful
so sweet
so much what I needed.

We walked from studio to studio
all along the left bank
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
that she left open for me.
In Paris that springtime
And found my home
Where I would always stay.