we'll always have paris
he said.
i hadn't met him yet.
though his eyes
said
we had.
i've known him
(forever)
just about
two weeks
his laugh
rings
in my ears
my heart
feels the
beat
of his
i can't
stop
thinking of him.
i won't forget
the little
parisian cafe
and what he said
to me
under the eiffel tower
before we met.
i liked the poem. it was really good. i write poetry too.