Une Ville/Amie D'Amour

"For what more can one say when confronted with a friend so true?"

Dear Paris,

I’m not quite sure how to start this but I must. And look at that, now I have. A questionable beginning if you ask me.

I want to astound you and make you feel my words. I want your heart to sway at the pronunciations and have them envelope you. For if my words have the ability to suck you up, then so must I.

How sweet and pure you are. How ambitious you are. I would tell you I'm proud but what would that mean to you? I’m just a pawn in a grand chest game, so you must be the queen. So capable, so real. How could I withstand a throne so great?

You’re a melody, a tune, lightly tickling my ears. Making my heart leap in tremendous bursts. Helping me breath, helping me learn. I have no desire to live in a world without music so I have no desire to live in a world without you.

I would sell my soul to stand by your side until you died. And in death I’d defend your life and preserve you for all the world to see, to uphold. They shan’t lose you and you won't lose their praise. For a crowd of millions could never be so bold as you. No person could adjust to your setting or raise up to your element.

For all who receive the chance to stand in your glory, for all who have the honor to be folded within your arms. They will have never met someone so vivacious and charismatic. A heart and soul with such anthem and call. They would be so lucky...I have been so lucky.

Oh, I’ve adored you, Paris. Your sweet heart, your honest soul. Could one ever doubt you? I think not. You’re an inspiring painting, filled with brush strokes and colors swirled to create magic on a canvas. How people would stand in awe and gaze at your beauty, interpret your secrets. Even that wouldn’t be enough to encompass all you are and all you are capable of.

You inspire me, Paris, and when I say “I love you” no words I have spoken have I ever meant so strongly, so fervently. You make me strong, you help me realize I have a choice, and you guide me gently through my life. Pain and doubt clouding my life, you brush it away, wipe the tears off my cheek, and remind me how to smile.

No other could do so. No other would I trust to help me live, to let me thrive. I have no way to thank you, you give me so much. But I will try now. Here is a poem I wrote for you:

Paris, I love you

Paris, you make dreams come true

My moments with you, I’m never scared

We climb our mountain, our truth is bared

Consider me in love at last

A friend of you for long and past

A future smoldered from a flame

An ivory feeling, accosting rain

Endeavors wait but you will not

A friend forever, not begot

Robust and wise, pure and true

A passion built so a world ensues

A mild heart and wild soul

To lessen pain and smolder coals

I build you up and we’re complete

You bring me high, find words to speak

Vain and proud, raised and new

Simple things I’d do for you

Little love and torrid stains

A vital purpose, unconstrained

Rich or poor, big or small

Fast and kindling, we break a wall

Radiant in our massive blow

For you I’d do and from me you’d know

It’s vital that I have you here

And through the years, I hold you dear

I will embrace you in the day

Forever resemble, never delay

You are the one so near to me

Appear in my dreams like you believe

Love you, Paris, in nights alone

Paris my home, I will not roam.