Young Love In Paris
YOUNG LOVE IN PARIS
I wander down each dark, forgotten street,
some not a lamp be lit to show the way
the very heart of Paris--at my feet,
where lovers go to hide from light of day
and still your love it follows me until,
my very heart is crushed by all the pain
just watching lovers have and take their fill
of flesh and joy of loving once again;
the sounds of love come closing in on me
from out the dark--they breath into my mind
reminders of the way we used to be
when Paris wasn't just a dream to find;
I'll make believe--some girl is you--and then
continue searching for the way we've been.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
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