Old Paris

Beneath the stars of royal crown,
a city scape of great renown.
Where passion seeps with every glance,
and magic grows as heathens dance.

The masters of romance and art,
display their works from worlds apart.
The voyage down fair louvre lane,
so tempts each suitor – show restrain.

There’s something to this gracious land,
that touches hearts with awe as grand.
A city built with hope in mind,
it welcomes all who love in kind.

Young lovers swoon to tunes of yore,
like never will or have before.
Thin-veiled love sings joyfully,
and dreams live on in old Paris.

– J.S.Worth

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