I’ve always wanted to go to Paris… 

The city of love,

The city of lights,

The city of Sunday morning coffee in Parisian cafes

I’ve always wanted to stroll down the Champs Élysée,

Shopping bags in hand, 

Filled to the brim with the trendiest fashions

Straight off the runway

I’ve always wanted to walk through the Louvre,

Admiring every masterpiece 

Hanging on the walls 

Whispering their secrets

I’ve always wanted to see the Cathedral of Notre Dame,

To witness the architecture

Having withstood

The hands of time

I’ve always wanted to witness the Eiffel Tower, 

In broad daylight

And shimmering under the stars

Lit for the world to see

There’s a reason Paris is called

The city of love,

The city of lights,

The city of Sunday morning coffee.