To: My Constellation and Wife, Constance.
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You ruined Paris with your pretty avant-garde
The Eifel Tower slouches in true loves regard
A beauty so rare men and women both stare
Into your hope blue diamond eyes
Hoping to find, a love that’s as rare
.
You ruined Paris
With your American beauty
Now all is just steel and stone
Long walks on Longstreet, all alone
.
Stacked up steel once held up the Eifel Tower
Slabs of stone once walked the Champs Elysees
American minutes slowly turn into Parishen hours
Springtime without blonde hair in flowers
No longer interest me
.
French showers fall on our little private streets
They miss dancing with your pretty little pink feet
Perhaps it’s really the pain not the French rain
That causes little private streets to weep
.
Singing with Cleopatra, Aphrodite and Venus
Your song in my heart is the symphony of zenith
If the Taj Mahal falls they’ll have you to blame
Listen closely to Niagara Falls it pours out your name
.
Four men of Rushmore would blush if you walked by
You’re the reason tears of Ala must forever and ever cry
Seasons fight each other their only reason to survive
With a dip in your bikini all worldly seas began to rise
.
The tower of pizza will no longer lean the same
He falls even further each day he hears your name
Even time must lingers on watching you come and go
Ice caps disappear when your lips touched their snow
.
I know I am not worthy to whisper in blonde nightly ears
But I will break my back and stack my hearts facts quite clear
Loving from you is the reason the earth dizzily spins around
You’re the reason my feet can no longer find the ground
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You’re the only Paris place where love’s meets the avenue
Come back Connie, Paris will always forgive beautiful you
