Love Poem: Red Umbrella

Red Umbrella

We stroll beneath the Eiffel Tower,
          Caught amidst an autumn shower,
               Just my petite amie and me,
     Snuggled warm and dampness-free.

Bound to hear true romance call,
          Close 'neath our crimson parasol -
               Her little dog takes shelter, too,
     (Chance for a stolen kiss-or-two).

Oh, blessed am I to be your fella,
          Your lips, bright as our red umbrella,
               Juicy fruits, fresh from the vine -
     Succulent when pressed to mine.

So, let the droplets dance and spatter,
          Sweet its song, that pitter-patter,
               The bubbles in our day's champagne ...
     How wondrous, Paris ... in the rain!




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Red Umbrella" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.