Cold Nights In Paris
COLD NIGHTS IN PARIS
There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth
and no demands are made, when time to go;
where lovers slip into the hiding night
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives so they forget their pain.
Their love's a little warmer, from the cold
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat
and warms the lives of both the young and old
who find their love with-in their body heat.
Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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