Paris By Night

She illuminated,

Resonated within,

A clash of styles

Made stylish,

A painter’s hand on all.

Paris by night

Gleamed with the subtle

Uncertainties particular

To the French,

A coquettish disregard,

An aloof perfection.

She dazzled without trying,

Glowed without reason,

Held me spellbound

As I admired her architecture,

Her curves,

Her perfume.

She said her name was Paris,

Then turned off the light.

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