There is something about the way your eyes sparkle just like diamonds.
When I look at you, it becomes harder to think or even breathe.
You are mysterious, dazzling.
The cold air of Paris is thick with my desperate love for you.
The twinkly stars spell out your name,
Like Mother Nature’s own marquee.
Tonight we fall
Down into love’s sweetest embrace.
Whispers and sweet,
The Paris sky.