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L'amour dans St. Paul de Vence
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Love I can remember him
as vivid as a lucid dream
like a memory
of our favorite movie scene.
We roamed the lands of France
all roads lead to St. Paul de Vence.
Hurricanes of happiness
our laughter was his favorite ambiance.
We'd meet at our most rehearsed place to be
Southeast of the french riveria
next to le galerie;
chasing eachother around
this historic little town;
suspenders looking splendid
as my dress flowed in the wind.
Alluring, the ways of his love
knowing we were each other's only one.
Another lap amongst the historic cobble streets
la grand fontaine, our favorite place to meet.
Hide and seek through the markets' corridors
medievial structures of brick
covered in ivy from sky to floor.
I'd laugh and stumble
he'd catch me once more
jumping upon la fontaine
he'd tip his hat and zestfully sing to me
disrupting the townsmen-
we were just kids' in love, back then.
That was a feeling
I could never forget
so strange how this person
is one of this life yet to have been met.
Searching the inter-web just to find
this one particular fountain
that holds these scenes in my mind.
Memories from centuries ago
there are just some things
the mind won't let go, a treasure
my heart held safe- and kept-
replaying these scenes in dreams, like a memory
perhaps this was the greatest love
of the 18th century.
All roads lead to St. Paul de Vence
avec mon petit cheri, hand in hand.
