Do You Remember Paris.

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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