This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain’s very important. That’s when Paris smells its sweetest.  It’s the damp chestnut trees.” —Audrey Hepburn as Sabrina

Dear Paris,

My heart belongs to you

No matter what they say, I will always be true

Your scent, your smile, the way you make me happy

The way the sun comes up no matter how badly your night was

Reminds you that life goes on, just like the running cars

The sweet smell of your streets and pavements in the rain,

Distracts me from all my thoughts that caused me all this pain.

I am nostalgic, Paris, over someone who I wish to be here with me

But unfortunately he broke my heart and threw away the key.

That is why no one can open me up again like you do,

Well, of course because of your wonderful view.

Oh Paris, I’ve got to go now but I will be back soon,

Maybe next summer, in June.  

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