I love the sweetness of spring Paris...
And the first timid kiss of the sun,
I love the sky's cloudless heights
And the wind's gentle embrace...
I love the thunder of electrical storm,
And the crying of metro's accordion
I love the tree's divine florescence
And the blooming roses fragrance...
I love the Wood of Boulogne's verdure
As if dressed in the emerald silk
And the Eiffel Tower's proud peak
Looming in the firmament of heaven...
I love the Boulevards and the Bridges
And the winding of serpentine Seine
I love to read the poetry on the bench
Of the Luxembourg Garden's range...
I love the flamboyant Elysean Fields
And taking long walks in dreams
Sometimes until the sun rises...
Paris by night is full of surprises!
I love the lover's tender glance
The curiosity of tourists visiting France
The carefree children's innocent laughs
And the dances of cooing doves...
I love to write these endless verse
Being a Russian Parisian poetess...