Love is like a Parisian night,
To which fanciful fools are drawn;
But tower lights, and stars alike,
All fade away at dawn.
Paris
Love is like a Parisian night,
To which fanciful fools are drawn;
But tower lights, and stars alike,
All fade away at dawn.
Writings to Heaven 
So very beautiful and lyrical. That opening line is strong!
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Thanks Lucy 🙂
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I’m a fool (some nights) and proud of it! I love this verse.
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I really liked the NYC photography on your blog 🙂 It captures the desolation and stillness with the fervour trapped in bright light.
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That’s a perfectly kind and poetic thing to say.
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Yes, love is a lovely illusion. Its reality can be quite the opposite. 🙂
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Indeed.
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