Love Under the Eiffel Tower

Love under the Eiffel Tower,
in the place where your palms held me
beneath the stars of life.

You dazzled me in the curves of the winds—
Je t’aime—in the vow of your kisses,
that ignited the flickering beam of hope
in your eyes.

Sacredly adorned by the lunar light,
you stretched the arches of the ancient,
and as we scrolled through the rummages of time,
we found a treasure that only the heart could recognize,
purely in the honesty of touch.

Tears fell like the sun gently closing its eyes,
and the moon raised its flag—
granting vulnerability the grace to whisper,
Here I am, like water that once taught me God.

And the rest was history,
in moments of sweet passion
on the frontier of flesh.

Desire engaged,
and the lips possessed what love alone
could script.

As the sun rested,
and the moon lifted its banners,
let this moment remain endless,
an infinite embrace we all once dreamt of
after so many years of running—

Love under the Eiffel Tower,
where love found its refuge.
And let this kiss be the love we share—

Je t’aime.
And let passion say hello to the sacred,
like moonlight on the ocean,
where love is infinite—

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