In this couture city of Paris,
lights twinkling down on me.
A French man plays the accordion
his fingers glide and sway to the rhythm.
Our eyes meet and he says "Bonjour, Mademoiselle!"
My Chanel heels click on cobble stone streets,
lilac Oscar de La Renta skirt flows with each step
over a beautifully fitted black Dolce and Gabbana lace blouse.
At the Eiffel Tower sprinkling lights
illuminate like shooting stars,
my heart fills with happiness.
Café tables draped in white linen beckon,
Chiffon magenta curtains delicately on windows whisper.
I'm inhaling atmosphere and thus
embracing adventure.
Until this day arrives, I'll be
playing a movie in my head
of a magical getaway.
Where I say:
"I've finally made it."
