Saturday, 19 January 2013

Volume 10071: Parisian Nights

Oh, City of Lights
Please illuminate our hearts
Send sparks to the sky

I look down, although
He is much more striking than
Vanilla lattes

Streetlamp-lit boardwalks
Hand in hand, perfect mood for
Walking down the aisle

Starlight overhead
Lovers' dreams dance on the Seine
Join our perfect waltz

I'd like to think that
We are the epitome
Of runaway dreams

His three simple words
Handwritten on a napkin
Are just what I need

I never knew that
The dream lands I escape to
Gave out souvenirs

We'll meet again in
The city that never sleeps
Bring Nuit Blanche with you

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