Warming to the touch
My skin basks in the April sun
On a park bench just feet away
From the banks of the Garonne river

In the South of France I’m wooed
By the city’s attributes
They call her the villa rose
For she’s formed of soft peach clay
Window shutters a soft blue
Enhance her perfect hue

Swooning as I walk
My heart flutters each time I look at her
I want to run inside
To soak up all I’ve seen
Afraid that anymore
Will be too much to bear

I’m romanced by a city
In love but overwhelmed
What I feel cannot be sorted
It won’t make any sense
Instead I just keep walking
Heart skipping with my steps

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