The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

A Foreign Friend (II)

He said, 'Come on over, have you see France,

I want you to see the Eiffel Tower.'

His warm voice would sing and his eyes would dance,

I left all the touring in his power.

He'd lived in France ever since he was born

Showing me new places made him merry

At night I would him with kisses adorn,

Flirtatious games with stems of my cherry.

He loved London when I showed him around

I was aware he knew more than he saw

Yet these views of Paris would me astound,

We both shared a drink with a single straw.

This romantic city would me delight,

As we played love games in the starry night.