Parisian Love Poem by Louis Gasson

out in the most beautiful city of the world. yet most of the times spent i can't stop thinking about the moon; it might get old but it's my dreamworld. went parasailing for a short while to explore a new beginning. traveled across france to find something beautiful which can be compared to her. though all of my actions feel like if i was to be sinning. the Mona Lisa cannot even compare to the moon as it is just a blur. most of my thoughts are as creative and singular as Chanel. her blend of naturality is as rare as a painting of a beautiful combinations of pastel. no ones thought will ever be as beautiful as the moon; as it belongs in the Louvre. h