amour et paris

it is said that paris is the city of love.

in this maze called life a place where people come to experience love.

to feel its presence in a walk or an ancient building or a piece of art.

to see it with their eyes.

to leave a trace of love behind.

to immortalize a piece of themselves.

some to defend it in this place where so many have loved and lost.

an artist might capture it on canvas.

perhaps a photograph.

i think this place allows people to see what was already there.  inside of themselves.

its just that paris has a way of waking it up.