January 17, 2012 § 2 Comments

I was once in Paris

I once took a train

Beauty of an Indian girl

Like the one I saw today.

I once felt the rain

I once touched the cold

Melting snow on tongue

Cheerful walk back home.

I once had companion

I once knew true love

I was all but lonely

I was all but done.

I once came back here

I once typed the truth

I once led my love

Through great mountains

Seas deep blue.

That I always knew your name

Is my secret and is yours

That I went astray

Is no secret

It spurred love.

That I come

That I go

That I think

That I stole…

All the memories

All the love

My own first

And then more.

I once was in Paris

How Surreal the love.


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