Paris In Love

Paris In Love

I fell in love with a painting

It was a blush pink lotus

In full bloom

Surrounded by other lotuses of 

Hues of purple and brighter pink

I stood and stared at the picture

And all around me was quiet 

It was as if time stood still and muted the background

I couldn't hear other people walking and browsing through the long art galleries

Of their hushed voices commenting on other paintings

Or the soft clicks of heels of women


In their mink coats and haughty smiles

I fell in love with her

Staring at the lotus painting 

Her brows so arched

As a slight frown marred her porcelain face

Her face framed by her long straight hair

And soft curls fell on her shoulders 

She had the reddest pout ever possible

I couldn't get that picture out of my mind

It haunted me sometime now and then

Of that lovely woman looking at that lovely picture

Outside the Louvre

Autumn leaves was swirling around

Sidewalk cafes were displaying the season's best macaroons

Rose pink

Lavender violet 

Beige vanilla

As Edith Piaf played in the background

I looked up and saw the majestic Eiffel

And I finally understood

Autumn ,

Is when

Paris is in love 

Jamaline C.
True believer of the art of loving yourself. Jamaline sees people in all walks of life coping with difficulties as her profession.