Glancing skyward

I can't seem to get you out of my head....or my heart and honestly I don't think I would want to if I had a choice.

I plan on returning to you in time, I want to wander your streets and walk where a thousand others have before me, artist's, writer's and dreamer's alike !

Like any relationship it has taken years to develop, to evolve into something more than it first seemed, distance has definitely forced the heart to grow fonder...I know you have had many lovers, each bending to your will, sacrificing all they had to be with you until there was nothing left but a faint shadow of their being.

There are some that despise you from afar, their experience has left them jaded, uninspired and devoid of feeling for you...maybe you were never meant for them ?

I know a time will come where my skin will tingle by standing in your midst, much like a child anticipating Christmas I will find it difficult to contain myself, to exercise some restraint...but this is what you do to us artist's, writer's and dreamer's.

Many have written of you, painted you and played with you and like the demanding mistress you are each have danced through your life, offering up some crumb of desire for each to feast upon....willingly they have all indulged, each taking something with them as they depart, leaving you alone until the next lover walks in.

It is a struggle I refuse to turn away from and I understand I am but one of many that have fallen to your charms...but Paris my dear Lady...you will always..always have me glancing skyward, reaching for the next offering you lay before me.