Original Works: American in Paris

May 1994

Romance it is so hard to find,
Then hard to follow through.
A thought, a dream, a perfect time,
I turned and I found you.

A town which is so known for love,
And no one there for me.
We met by chance. We found romance.
Always a memory.

Two souls from places far away.
No common trait we had.
Though words are sometimes hard to find.
Please never do feel sad.

Though time was short, it seemed as long.
Although it had to end,
A part of me that I will keep:
The time we had to spend.