Parisian Dreams II
It's cold this day in Paris dear
where walk the streets I do
Alone my steps on cobblestone echo
but not yours too
I pull upon my cashmere coat on collar
to fend draft
The wind that blows upon this day seems
cold as hard the facts
It was our dream to make it here by jet
we would converse
That day has come without you
here clutching to me, my curse
But in my mind as well as soul I feel
this warmth that keeps
A better day not long ago when we both
felt complete
These streets where our Parisian dreams
would seal upon our lips
The best to come though fog has crept
my sight now blocked by mist
My heart racing seeking the clear and
present of this day
Is you I pray I bump into along this
lonely way
Parisian dreams are mine to have even
though you're not here
Just thought I'd share what dreams awake
I have of us my dear
Keep this in mind if given thought if
you should also dream
This place is not the same without
my love who shared her dreams
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