Paris
What is love?
Pray, may I hear your heart's sweet song, The words that move your soul along, Those verses that you hold so dear, And cherish close, both far and near.
Do share with me, your treasured rhymes, That fill your days with hope and chimes, The ones that make your spirit soar, And lift you up to heights galore.
Speak now, of sonnets, ballads, odes, Or any verse that your heart goads, Those lines that you could recite blind, For in them, solace, we both find.
So tell me, friend, without delay, The poems that make your heart's bouquet, For I would love to hear them too, And share with you in what they do.
Do share with me, your treasured rhymes, That fill your days with hope and chimes, The ones that make your spirit soar, And lift you up to heights galore.
Speak now, of sonnets, ballads, odes, Or any verse that your heart goads, Those lines that you could recite blind, For in them, solace, we both find.
So tell me, friend, without delay, The poems that make your heart's bouquet, For I would love to hear them too, And share with you in what they do.