The Girl in Paris

 She's tall, like the tower of Paris,

Her height commands the sky, yet soft as a whisper.

Humble, like the rivers of Paris,

Flowing gently, leaving peace wherever they wander.

She moves through life, gentle yet strong,

Turning everyday moments into song. 

Her smile, unshakable, like concrete, 

A light that makes the dark retreat. 

She brings forth happiness, pure and sweet,

With her, Paris is whole, complete. 

                                                               -by keagile