Poem about Paris : Lovers in Paris

Poem about Paris : Lovers in Paris :




Nomore going lower,

Babie lets go higher,

Me and you on the tower,

Lovers in Paris

Je t'aime



Nomore of the oldest,

Babie strive for the newest,

The water is bluest,

Lovers in Paris,

Je t'aime



Nolonger be bitter,

Your eyes shall glitter,

The grass is now greener,

Lovers in Paris

Je t'aime



Take a closer look,

Shall I write you a book,

You and your new look,

Lovers in Paris

Je t'aime



Through water or by air,

Solong we reach there,

Without fright or fear,

Lovers in Paris,

Je t'aime



By Gaylord Munemo






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