Cafe cremes and creme brulee.
A whole new playground, in Paris we played.
Historic buildings and beautiful architecture.
Where we were going, we were never quite sure.
Decadent dinners and speaking french.
Unabashed people watching, sitting on a bench.
Scooting around on a Vespa through the streets,
Around each corner, not knowing what we'll meet.
Looking up at the Eiffel as the light show begins,
Sitting hand in hand, taking it all in.
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