Your building of steel and lace reaching high, higher high.
A lady in a louvre smiling through glass shade, gazing at thousands of faces a day.
Dreams shattered, obtained, shattered again.
The birds circling, dancing, mounting each other.
Love runs in the air, and a train of jugend rumbles in the ground,
beneath the lovers feet.

You are inviting, the lady in red. Giving ideas, offering love, redemption and wine.
Take the rambling train and witness the wonder,
Take the rambling train to Gare D’Orsay, witness there simultaneously, The wonder.
You talk with us through Seines rippling buoyant, Look!
Look closely. Follow the water. Let your mind wonder.
Look up!
You sing to us through Notre dames ringing bells and smile with the sunshine that hits the multicoloured windows. Let your mind wonder.
Look again!
You smile at us with your paintings in The Louvre, people in line all wanting to see the smiling lady behind glass.
Look again!
There.
Bridges and bookstalls.
Taking you over and in. Into the world of magic.
The world of worn pages, read and read again. Read until the words are permanently fixed in your mind.

’‘Paris is love, and love is Paris’’