A Love story in Paris
Aaron, we are a poem that never ends! ♥️ In a morning made of poetry Engulfed in the city of love Walking with an embrace A romantic silhouette traced Adorning a sensual sheer of red You in a velvet hue of tuxedo Flattering stares all around And compliments would follow I take your hand in mine I start to feel a sweet ache I cannot fathom this feeling For my own sanity’s sake My heart is racing faster I can breathe in the romance It’s surrounded all in the air Swaying on the same dance I see you pressing your lips I can tell you’re nervous Our candid romance is captured I sense a hidden purpose Your hands have pulled me closer I can feel the heat of your breath Your gaze subtly reaching my soul Bearing it as your sole goal The thoughts jumbled in my mind I want to say, as I look at you My brain failing to comprehend This moment feels undeniably new The words you choose to speak While fixing your eyes on mine Making me feel so loved I haven’t felt in a long time I