« Salut - comment allez-vouz? / tres bien merci, je m’appelle Edgar/ comment ca va? /Je suis faché/Pourquoi? / parce que je t’aime, je t’aime. Je t’aime encore » <br /> <br />I was in Paris walking alone <br />‘Coz I have known <br />Love is on the air <br />And she was there <br />With the brightest eyes before mine <br />And I felt so fine <br />It was so, Love to share. <br /> <br />Finding love in Paris <br />I was loved in Paris <br />Finding dreams in Paris <br />It was love in Paris. <br /> <br />She touched my hand <br />And I lost my mind <br />Mona Lisa’s smile <br />Was on her face <br />And I could understand <br />I did really find <br />Love is in Paris in this while. <br /> <br />« Enchanté de faire- Je m’appelle Céline/ and I said: I don’t understand so much, I do not speak so much French/ and with a blink of an eye, she did take my hand/ and we were in the sky » <br /> <br />She was mine all night long <br />And it as like an angel song <br />I’ve got wings to fly <br />And she was the sun in my sky. <br /> <br />“Her French kiss stole my heart/and I couldn’t let her so apart/and I was loved in Paris, it was love in Paris/Love in Paris” <br /> <br /> <br />Her snow skin <br />Made me begin <br />Longing more <br />As I never did before <br />She became my heaven <br />For all she had given <br />And lost in Paris <br />And I couldn’t leave Paris… <br />Love in Paris <br /> <br />“She said: Ne vous dérangez, Je suis pressé/ I just let her walk walk away and she’s not been in each of my days/ Et je suis triste, because she was my love in Paris, and i’ve not seen her anymore… » <br /> <br />“Now my heart is in the palm of her hand/and my life ain’t worth living without her/she is on my mind just to understand this love in Paris”<br /><br />Edgar John Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-paris/
