The sweet sent of your perfume,
Cloud my senses,
Never knew how powerful it can be.
It sends me back,
To that midnight in Paris,
I remember every word,
Every verse,
Of the sweet poetry of the night.
It fills me senses,
Leaving me senseless.
I lose track of reality,
I’m happy in my sweet misery,
Reliving that happy memory.
Walking through the empty streets of Paris,
Hand in hand,
We walked that path,
Leaving our past behind,
Our minds get intertwined.
Singing out loud,
Dancing in the street,
With no care of the world,
Just being.
Oh how I miss that,
How I miss that shop where we first met,
How we snatched that painting at the same time,
How I was determined to fight you for it,
And how you backed off.
The sent of your perfume,
Sends me back,
To that midnight in Paris,
To the memories,
The memories of the rain,
That made us laugh senseless,
Because we were so defenseless.
Singing,
Dancing,
Talking,
In the streets of Paris,
I knew you,
I knew your heart,
And you knew mine.
I long for another such night,
I long for that midnight in Paris.

Aashna Vidyarthi