Do you remember Paris
so many days ago,
we ran in the rain
me in the highest heels, and
you never letting go,
dodging busy bustling streets,
past the Galerie of Fine Arts
wishing we could buy the shop,
do you remember Paris.
The tiny hotel you'd chosen
with a lift for only one
we squeezed tightly together
leaving our baggage still to come,
we laughed, as we rose to the attic
wiping the rain away,
and in our little shuttered room
we hid ourselves away,
do you remember Paris.
You sent for rolls and coffee
from the cafe just below
and as the lights came on
the room took on a rosy glow,
you say the smell of coffee
takes you back to that little room,
that, high over-stuffed bed,
the faded flowers, in candle gloom,
do you remember Paris.
We mixed the 'Coco' and 'Givenchy'
the hearts so full of love
the heady cognac, just to warm us,
the courtyard full of doves,
it was our Paris, not the Eiffel
or the Champs-Elys'ees
or even the Louvre
just in the latin quarter, a tiny
hotel for two.
Do you remember Paris ? ...
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