Paris(ian) Love(r)

Take, say, a rainy day.

While the sun is kept away

by clouds, one can still glimpse

that fiery beauty hidden behind

if only through the odd glints

of light, concealing a clandestine if bright

desire,

To see oneself reflected in

those places, these faces--

at times marching sternly, quickly;

inexorably though calmly

betraying daily the need to persuade

that they are you and you they

fraternally.

Paris, Lutèce, come what may-

Eternal! You'll convey

The light which feeds the soul

of the young, middle-aged or old

in a timeless way

when it's hot or too cold

in perfect symmetry.