My loving joy is you, my beauty!
My loving joy is you! My beauty,
shall we stroll to the “City of Lights?”
Shall we stroll to the “City of Lights?”
Stroll my beauty, to the “City of Lights”, shall we?
Loving you is my joy!
Aloft in the Eiffel Tower our souls are here.
Aloft in the Eiffel Tower our souls are here
where passion lays in each others hearts!
Where passion lays in each others hearts
our souls are aloft in each other! Here where hearts lay;
passion in the Eiffel Tower.
And me carrying you to hold a Paris night,
and me carrying you to hold a Paris night,
or run away down Avenue des Champs-Élysées,
or run away down Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
And a Paris night holds you, or carrying me away
to run down Avenue des Champs-Élysées!
The Eiffel Tower holds hearts aloft
and a stroll down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées
is me carrying you in to where passion lays.
Shall we run away to Paris, “City of Lights”,
or spend our nights here in each others souls?
You are my beauty, my loving joy!
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2015
Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – PARADELLE CHALLENGE