Paris

There are people talking, and walking by- and laughing
I can smell the bread, and cigarettes in the air.
Mixed together, it doesn't smell so bad-
As we walk closer and approach-
I can taste the wine and smell the air.
It's beautiful, and warm- and we can relax- enjoy and speak broken French.
And I have you- on my mind.
And wine on my lips.
The world belongs to us.
Paris, Summer, France 2015.