When I think of Paris
I thin k of how often I would reminisce
When I think of Paris
I think of one’s lips I once kissed
When I think of Paris
I think of all happiness
When I think of Paris
I think of whose love I really missed
When I think of Paris
I think of warm and tenderness
When I think of Paris
I think of his warm Embrace and his kiss
When I think of Paris
I think of his face that I daily missed
When I think of Paris
I think of love and marriage
When I think of Paris
I think of the thing that made me embarrassed
When I think of Paris
I think of my heart that he once shattered
When I think of Paris
BY: Blossom_Rose