The first time I met you, I was with my mum. We needed time to reconnect, You helped us do that. Neither of us completely understood you, but we loved you. You were fun We made memories.
I met you again a few years later in springtime, I introduced you to a friend. You were beautiful, you are always beautiful Every morning we awoke to freshly baked bread You were so good to us We loved you You were fun We made memories.
It was a long time until we met again. I forgot how you made me feel, how you made me smile. Some of my friends met you, but each time I wasn’t able to be there. Sometimes I dreamt of you but I could not get to you, and you couldn’t come to me. I just had memories
Then a chance encounter I found myself with you again. I had to trust you again and you were amazing.
It was a difficult time in my life You relaxed and restored me. You took my hand You led me on early morning and late evening walks, you introduced me to new people, they were so gracious to me. I loved you, I had fun, We made memories.
And now you are hurting, Yet in the midst of all this chaos pain and confusion I know your heart will still beat and your song will be sung Memories will again be made And you will be loved
because you are Paris: the city of love The creative community The courageous ones.
You are loved And you shall overcome ~Paris
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