London. In London we will be confidantes;sipping coffee and strolling in the rain. You'll read to me on a park bench and frown at me when I spend my money on shoes instead of rent. I'll always ask about your day and you'll always my dark clouds at bay.
Paris. In Paris we will be lovers. Midnight walks under the moon and stars, sunny sightseeing, fresh breezes on the Champs-Elysées. Macaroons in hotel rooms; my chantilly lace and your handsome face. A wiggle in my walk and a giggle in my talk. I'll make you act so funny, make you spend your money.
Rome. In Rome we will be adventurers. You'll take my hand and I'll lead the way. Hands with maps and feet in flats we'll conquer the world and all that lies in it. Ice-cream and the Italian dream I'll be your La Dolce Vita if you forsake the other signorina. I'll be your postcard if you be my keepsake.
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