cold spring nights
comfort blisses my shivers
explorations without fright
can\'t contain my hand, it quivers
the unexpected ocurred
but to object you\'d be wrong
my heart to be stirred
the venue was dark but you gleamed with color
and although I was smaller I felt
as tall as the building you told me about
without a doubt-- you are walking poetry
and tonight, I felt like an heiress
on this cold night, it was a
Midnight in Paris.