Only In Paris
Where love is in the air
Bonjour mademoiselle…………………………….well, I can see that you’ve got things on your mind. And I know what you’re doing probably needs a fair bit of time.
And I hate to disturb you when you’ve got so much to do. But there’s something I’d like to ask you if I can, do you mind?
It’s just one little thing that means so much to me. And I hope you can listen and hopefully see what I mean.
I’ve been awake all night trying to find the right words. I’ve been up since dawn listening to the birds.
It’s such a difficult thing that I want to say. It’ll only take a minute and I’ll be out of your way.
Just give me a moment of your precious time. It won’t cost a penny, not even a dime
I’ve been thinking about it for hours and hours. I stopped eating and drinking and even taking showers.
I’ve been watching you from the window. I've been watching you from the door. I’ve been watching you from all around and I really don’t know what for.
I’m obsessed and possessed by it, and it’s such a small thing. Perhaps if you’ll listen I can reach out and sing.
“Est-ce qui tu m’aimes………?”
………………………………………..I’m sorry I started now, but it’s driving me insane. I’ve spent quite a lot of time singing it down on the Seine.
I saw you last week buying flowers at the tower and I thought to myself…….. “Oh, she is so beautiful.”
I’m sorry, am I embarrassing you?
And then just yesterday I saw you again and you gave me such a lovely, warm smile. And I saw a little blush flash across your face and……..
……..oh your face is blushing pink now. Can I invite you to that bar over there for a drink?
Now I’m sorry I spoke, I can see you need time. It’s a really big ask, but I’m at the end of my line.
It just doesn’t make sense not to you or to me. I mean whatever on earth made me think it could ever be?
I’m sure you’ve got someone else you’d much rather see
I’ll get along now and leave you alone. I hope you don’t mind if I sing as I go.
It’s a sweet little song I think you might know…….
“Do you love me…..?”
Oh, I’m ever so sorry, please forgive me, I really have to go. Abientot……you are so beautiful……..I love yoooooouuuu…..
About the Creator
Adam Evanson
I Am...whatever you make of me.
Comments (2)
Frenchmen are the thing of dreams. Read mine. https://vocal.media/fiction/an-irrevocable-dream-about-a-mermaid
So so tentative....and then he withdrew.