Isn’t Paris the fairest of them all?
The place where you let your heart sing.
Where you listen to your soul.
Taking your dreams for a walk along La Seine.
Touching the sky from the heights of La Belle Tour.
Smiling to Mona Lisa.
Praying in Notre-Dame.
I don’t want Paris to be my home.
If the most beautiful place in the world were my home,
Then where else could I go to see the most beautiful place in the world?
I would rather live away and keep it close to my heart.
Paris is calling me back to embrace me again and again,
And I am coming back.
City of lights.
City of beauty.
City of love.
Paris enchantant.
Paris charmant.
Paris mon amour.
Paris je t’aime.
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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 192. I wrote this poem 3 years ago. No matter what happens in the world, I will always love Paris.
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