Monday, November 28, 2011

...I love Paris in the fall

Every time I look down on this timeless town
whether blue or gray be her skies...

Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,

more and more do I realize:

I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.

I love Paris every moment,
every moment of the year.

I love Paris.
Why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.


J. said...

Just got back from a wonderful week in Paris and am feeling a wee bit self-indulgent and depressed. (The food! The architecture! The lack of GOP presidential debates!) As soon as I get over my jet lag and catch up with work will get back to regularly posting.

Paula P said...