FirstAndForever

When I think of 
Paris I think of 
you sitting there across 
the garden and amidst 
the rhododendrons and hydrangeas 
sipping on an aperitif 
You looked so confident 
minding your own business 
But I being American 
I interjected I interrupted 
your solace by asking 
would you join me 
I meant for dinner 
You meant for life 
So here we are