Je T’aime Paris

Je T’aime Paris

I breathe in the fervid, balmy breeze.
Ambrosial, idyllic, enchanting
A city of passion and amour.

My utopian heart skips a beat.
Artefacts, monuments, voyagers
The city of fashion and fragrance.

“Je T’aime Paris,” I look up and say,
Longingly, ardently, earnestly
My heavy heart whispers a farewell.

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