Of all the beautiful places in the world,
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 Toron