Petrichor

Walking by the Seine In the city of lovePetrichor and you Murky depths I seeReflect the turmoilIn your eyes
Seems like ironyA cruel twist of fate That I have to lose you hereThe very place I came To search for love Love that fills my soulAnd consumes my body With passion for you 
I want to reach outTake you in my arms Watch the night lights Twinkling on the EiffelI wish to walk with youOn these vintage streetsAnd have coffee and croissantsWith you on a Sunday morning
But like so many things in my life, You are not meant to beI see a dash of color on your lipsThat blood red on your pale face Is all the color I need In this city of greys and blacks That wistful look you give Before hurrying insideClutching your umbrella By your sideIs enough to last me a lifetime...