For Paris, A Sunday Prologue. Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

My dictionary has no one word to describe Paris
Her face smells the aroma of freshly baked Muffin
Yes she is My Heart Beat
Meet the Paris of my life
Her smile brings joy to my world
And her sorrow brings darkness to my life
When I look at the stars and hear her laughing
Narrating her love for me is more like parables
Oozing love like the diamond of Chamakar
Anew I was made, with her as my new queen
Since I am the lion King
She then qualifies to become the Lioness of my Kingdom
I bask in the glory of Cupid's merry
For as long I have her, I do not need any
Seduce me not you wrenches of earth
For I have a perfect goddess already
We sometimes have our difference,
But it's these that bring us together
If I had a billion dollars and a space ship, I would take her to space
Just to show her off to the stars and planets of the universe
Je t'aime Paris