I love these endless summers

Especially in Paris

As all who can travel south

Travel south with an unseen haste

This is a pretty ordinary street

That might gave been visited

By either Satre or Camus

I wonder what they would think

Of the endless couples passing

Either arguing or falling in love

Are you the girl who met Mathieu 

Before he went to war

I wonder what is happening

In those apartments

Above the shops

Lovers exhausted

From the night before

I sometimes with I was your lover Fern

I would like to be resting in your arms

You have never said that to me before

Paris does that to you

Are you angry with me Stella

No far from it

I never experience anger

When you are with me

Especially in Paris France

Have you finished your fiction

Yes it is in my bag

May I read it

Of course please do

What is it called

Something simple like

Paris Matin