A long way from home, though the home of my peace.
Land of my joy, pride of my imperfections.
I dare not leave; for I pray your endorsement, to disclose my uncertainties.
I fail the test of rationality; I feel not usual for you.
You welcome me always, thus I visit as usual.
Such a place you are, one of mysteries, kindness, and peace.
Your eyes shine of wonders.
Your words are most common- yet I wish to comprehend your loudest phrase.
Words fail to grade my love for you.
I wish only to be most suitable.
You is all i need;
Yourself is all I can love
The land of my love, My Paris.
Loving you is all I can do.