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By Parisian Design

Was Paris what two lovers saw
while breathing in the way it seemed?
Was romance part of springtime’s thaw
or only what two people dreamed?

They met outside a French café
then walked together to the Louvre.
They talked and laughed along the way,
these strangers without much to prove.

So, walking on, love unexplored,
afraid of messages they’d send,
in silent prayer they each implored
the Champs-Elysées to never end.

Was Paris what two lovers saw
or only what two people dreamed?

© Susan Schoeffield

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