Favorite Date

On a cold November morning,

I sat gazing in awe at the magnificent Eiffel Tower

I sat perched on the corner of a long, vacant table,

Enjoying my rather privileged date with beauty.

I soaked in the early morning charm of the Eiffel;

Interposed by a scanty population only, if any.

I gave in hopelessly to the romantic tricks Eiffel played on me,

Words transformed into poetry

Thoughts turned into tales of joy.

What a dream it was!

I was living every bit of my long-wished imagination. The most peaceful morning sleep.

Only until a gentle tap on my shoulder alerted me,

As if shaking me off my reverie.

“Do you want a picture with you with the Eiffel in the background?” asked a kind voice

“Oh dear! I am here in Paris for real!!”

Every morsel of my flesh was in the magical Paris,

Such a surreal moment for me.

It wasn’t a dream!

It was but a dream come true.

I had only sat lost in profound thoughts, reminiscing my good old dream.

What luck! What glorious luck!