As we browsed among the bouquinistes
Along the river
Our hands brushed over de Maupassant.
You looked at me
And I thought I could taste chocolate.As we walked through wide archways
In the Louvre
We lingered over Mona Lisa.
I tried on her smile
And you took my hand.Lingering in soft April rain
In the Tuileries
We caught the strains of Piaf.
You kissed raindrops
From my mouth.Overwhelmed by springtime Paris
In Notre Dame
We gloried in the great rose window.
I made you a gift
Of my heart. Pam C.