Feelings soon forgotten,
Had it not been for him,
Lips unlike before; fragile,
But the flutter all the same.
Playful, light glances,
Reveal much of the heart,
A renaissance began anew,
Inside the mind, body; start.
Awkward steps, a cold voice,
Washing over like the tide,
Left true to see a fleeting stance,
As they said their final goodbye.
Pure reflections of the face,
Left a smile to trail the sky,
The sun would whisper, clouds abound,
To dissipate among the stars.
France left my heart to wander, and my soul to question.