Overrun, with book-bound reveries
Paris, is constantly aglow in my eyes

Romance is embattled and emblazed
With its hardships, bred by the heavens,
Plotting endlessly above

How they fight on, to drive out the screams
Of my rogue and feral sweet dreams

I must learn,
How to topple these trials, someday
Someday!
Before the opportune is lost

At an hour when the lights afar
Make their heroic dash
Through this enclosing nightfall
Of grief

Then I’ll take to the paths they blaze
With the vigor of escape
Stirring vengefully inside