Paris   True to legend, April's Paris glistened romance, and wondering we roamed its streets, you and I; we drank its wine, we listened as passing traffic bustled with love, we breathed hope in spring-green gardens. What circumstance engendered, we watered and sunned with care. New-lit eyes illuminated every chance an undiscovered world; to seek and share and map unfolding contours, and keep that world young, became our enterprise. Exploring, learning city secrets, we slowly unfurled our sails and voyaged where hearts pulse a more vital blood, and together we'll discover everywhere the Paris of our love.     © Michael Fleming Paris, France April 1983