Dreaming in French …

Parisian dreams

It’s only a dream, just a candy,
almost a promise of togetherness,
but it will be real, soon.
Like beats racing inside raindrops,
Spring will come and I will fly to
the town of all couples in love.

My eyes even closed will meet
your smile, the miles melting.
” Hola bella” – I will hear you say
and will let you hug me so tight that
the Armani cologne you wear
will blend with the scent of my heart.

Your hands- my shelter at night,
will be ready to take me
somewhere safe, somewhere with
no worries and dismay.
A small hotel on a quiet street,
a view that will make us feel at home.

Coffee shop. Two cups of cappuccino –
one sweet and one bitter.
A walk to the tower of our dreams-
yours and mine same dream.
Lips, a mesmerizing kiss,
after endless and painful days away.

A whisper and your voice deep,
untold words from before,
pictures for the Christofle silver frames,
kept for the best moments in my life and
your “I love you”, I will remember even
after the expire date of “forever” comes …

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“Romance in Paris” by NoamC on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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