Paris is so beautiful,
But my love is not here.
Sharing this with her,
Would be so wonderful.
Late evening approaches now,
And all the lovers in the world,
Are here on the banks of the Seine,
Sharing wine and the breeze.
I can`t help missing her touch,
As I feel the sun setting now.
Sadly, others happiness and joy,
Leaves me all alone in this city.
For I know, that no other girl,
Can replace her in my heart.
The way that she has taken me to hers,
And yet I shed a tear for her.
My lover is true and I to her,
still apart we have to be now.
Waiting for the way life unfolds,
Then we will know Paris, together.
To "The countess of Armoria"
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