Red Hot
Under a hot Parisian sky,
rain falls from on high.
We stroll on cobbled streets,
high heels clicking on my feet.
Suddenly he pulls me close,
tells me I'm loved the most.
Underneath my red umbrella,
reminds me why he's my fella.
As if no one can see,
he kisses me and I he.
His arms around my waist,
as I tenderly caress his face.
It's time my love he mumbles,
as in his pocket he fumbles.
The tiny box reveals the stone.
Engaged on our return home.
03/11/2018
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