Love in Paris

For my sister


1. Poem

He watches her twirl in front of the tower

Her dark hair a halo around her face 

And her cheeks a rosy glow on pale skin


This is when he loves her the most

Not when she's wearing diamonds 

And a silk dress

So upright and stiff

Pretending like she cares


But when she looks up at the tower

Her joy so obvious 

In her shining eyes

A twinkle in awe of the greatness

Of a old tower

In the city of Paris


And that makes him love her even more

The fact that she is happy with simple things

And her love 

Of a tower

That touches the sky

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