Reminder of the Good


We shared a puits d’amour

In the café on rue Bonaparte

Parisian nights the gallery

And pastry the delicious art


A tapestry of colorful awnings

Line the narrow street

And in the chilling evening air

I can feel your radiant heat


The City of Love for one night

Holds us in its glowing embrace

Passion makes the clock stand still

Playful trick of time and space


But when morning light finds us

My body will be needed by others

Men I love just as much as you

A valiant band of brothers


It is why steeped in sweet pastry

I warned my heart had no longevity

But you loved me with all you had

Held me tight in spite of the brevity


And every day that past after

Doing things that no one should

That one loving night in Paris

My only reminder of the good


12 Responses to “Reminder of the Good”
  1. beth says:

    Heartbreaking respite

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    That’s the way it is…from the most sublime of heavens to purgatory…
    Very good my friend,
    All the best to you,

  3. Jim Borden says:

    I’m glad I looked up what puits d’amour was; at first I interpreted the phrase to mean that you were sharing some sort of secret love affair at a cafe! thanks heaven for Google…

    I’m guessing this is hinting at a quick romance by a soldier who had a brief leave from duty. And while it was brief, the wonderful memory lingers on…

  4. kristianw84 says:

    Heartbreakingly beautiful.

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    So much emotion in this one. I feel for the couple who were unable to spend more time together.

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