Strolling the Left Bank
I am again amazed
at how my hand fits into yours
and how people smile
as if they know
I wonder if I'm still glowing
We spend hours
in the Louvre
and get lost
in the art
and each other
I admire each painter's stroke
and you say
nothing compares
to my beauty
We laugh at daybreak
outside a small cafe
enjoying the simple delight
of freshly baked bread
coffee
and each other
I fear I may wake
at any moment
and find this is all a dream
but when I do
you'll be there
to show me the grandeur
of Paris
and of our new life
Author notes
This describes how I felt on my honeymoon- though it wasn't in Paris 
. In case you're curious, I also made this background.
Written May 4th, 2005
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Just wanted to say congratulations on your first place trophy! It was well-deserved. This is a lovely descriptive piece.
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I absolutely love this poem...I shared a very simlar experience while I was in Paris.
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This is simple and sweet, which is why I read it two or three times to take it in...lovely.
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WOW... This is an awesome poem!!! It is so sweet and beautifully written!!! You did a great job!!!
Thank you for entering and good luck!!!
Beth -
go ahead and use the background
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Interesting thoughts here Nice write! Love the way you used your honeymoon was very real, powerful and understandable to the reader. I know about being worried to find this is all a dream 2 years on with my hubby I still feel I will awake.
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Awwww, this is so sweeet. And I love the background. You did a beautiful job on it. Do you mind if I steal it?
We spend hours
in the Louvre
and get lost
in the art
and each other
I admire each painter's stroke
and you say
nothing compares
to my beauty
Really took my breath away. You penned this very nicely. Thank you for entering. Good luck in the contest!
s
♥Christina
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