When in a distant harmony
could imagine a spiritual agony
While the world exists around me
I think of you to know you’re free
No longer is a romantic tangle
draw upon your heart’s sweet mingle.
For I am only a memory, one that
could certainly bring slow reckoning.
She walks an eloquent step in grace
without the night her sweet embrace
can draw my eyes to a prettily wed
wardrobe includes signature red
Will always protect her from the rains
that city wise routine with refrains.
We would share love together than
allow our lives be separated often.
I am reminded of the shaded mystery
her mystique would carry so worthy
I only want to see her walk again
tonight in the foggy rain of memory
If only short a dream in Parisian eyes
would I set her free to show my wise