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For Abby

Vista Point PARIS France

You look amazing
in that blue dress
looking in your eyes
is like star gazing

your hand is soft to touch
your scent is undeniable
your smile does so much
I'm nervous so I ramble

We kiss on a bridge in Paris
i recite french verses
talk about movies
with weddings in churches

I know we're from
two different worlds
but i can tell
that you're like me.

you aren't trapped
in any other mans reality
so lets not think about them
lets forget about yesterday

no more dreaming
about tomorrow
i just want to know right now
we can start with tonight
ill make breakfast
and we can make love again
then sleep til noon.
I don't have to be back
in Tennessee til sometime in June.

Love Always Theory


  1. Living in and for the moment. . .

  2. romantic...dont know that you have to try hard to convince them with words like that. smiles. nice one shot!

  3. So agree with Brian & Maureen, such a beautiful "in the now" projection, very romantic...=) I think the words are well enough a "kiss on a bridge in Paris"...sweetly traveling emotion in that stanza! ~Well Done! ~April ;)

  4. another great poem - always enjoy reading your this one i love the kiss on the bridge in paris...veeeeery romantic and the last line is just perfect!

  5. A lover's ode - very nice One Shot, Theron!

  6. Love how you string these words together and sound so genuine. Irresistible!

  7. Put me in mind of Joni Mitchell's Chelsea Morning, "We'll put on the day
    And we'll talk in present tenses". It was a lovely trip. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

  8. Yeah, what they said. Could anything be more romantic? You had me with that kiss on the bridge in Paris.

  9. lovely! wish i was your muse. i wont let you go in June. you have to take me with you. :D

  10. Great lines of romance and feeling. Nice One Shot!

  11. fun love song! I love the narrator's voice here.

  12. great one theron...and yes i have used words like that and it works too...LOL... seriously though enjoyed the romance..cheers pete

  13. This is a lot of fun to read. I love the last stanza. Love and Light, Sender

  14. Beautiful... I enjoyed it

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