In Paris
The city of exciting fragrance
And bold beauties
It was my first evening.
And it was our first meeting
I took her to a quite restaurant
There in slumbering lights
The music was  playing in slow tempo
Creating an aura of romance.
In the candle lights
Facing each other on a corner table
We started talking
First, about weather and finally about love.
Then her soft hand
With delicate tapering fingers
Was in my warm active hand.
In those dissolving moments of closeness
Her hand raised expectations
Of future relationship!