in paris, she is worth my while
on this blue day?
oh please,
baby won’t you stay?
the bills at home?
honey please,
abandon rome.
with a blinding smile:
in paris,
she is worth my while.
miss you all week;
without you,
this place feels so weak.
on your scale?
a winter with me
will not be pale.
Luka.
Nice poem @lukakorba. I am following you right away.