Poetry's In My Soul.

 Poetry is in my soul
 looking at you from across the river. Seine 
As I stood looking at you with your smile, wonderful  you
Looking so young..You have the youth of youthfulness 
Each time as I look at you..
That when poetry walks in as the bells of Notre Dam 
Pealing  away as an evening song how I love that sound 
Walking crossing the river to where you stood 
Feeling hungry within. 
But my hunger was for knowledge
Time's never enough to observe, soak everything I see
In my soul hunger lives, hunger from within. 
Hunger for the beautiful faces every each way you look   
Worshipping in the distances between 
Faces a new as seeing him rejuvenating after love     
Between us, love so true
As if the sky's so blue descending to kiss you, 
Refrain you must not do, 
As the leaves from the maple  
The Chestnut trees trembling in the breeze
There Scent of shelter from the winds.
Walking across the way 
At that house I stopped, that green door I knew so well 
For am no stranger there, 
My home of old the yellow windows the door so green 
Like In a fairyland, where love once lived, in a distant dream 
On the boulevards along the way that little cafe
I sat by the way watching life go by
Sitting all alone, on his cycle he came by 
Smiling He whispered my, name I could not refrain
But smile into his eyes mesmerised that here I am
That am here.
Returning to where it begun.  
I write and write again, It's not easy.
In that magical bookshop, I lose myself 
Amongst those books you can scent the knowledge 
In those books of old, In those books that I get lost 
Intermittently..lost in time as time fly's. 
But the hunger still within. 
By the window I stop reflecting, seeing the image of him 
In the reflection before my eyes 
Standing behind me, a bunch of flowers held high
The breeze lifting his hair, like a whisper 
His face adorable.
In the shades of the night the starlight looking into his eyes 
As time, goes by
I can not believe am home.