Paris from a Window
We stand at the edge of our window, staring out at the street,
Nothing ever looks the same; it’s this place we call our emotions.
Where there are wonders born from this expansive view;
Raw, sensitive and tender and taking all this makes me want you even more.
Precious gifts such as this are rare, uncommon for me,
Where your beauty gives me so much to see; getting back much more in return.
But it’s your Love from this window; it’s the one gift I’ve come to adore.
With many treasured memories we will make from this place amour.