I'll Move To Paris.

I wish upon a shooting star,
Hoping you're more near than far.
Smile with me and be okay,
When we're old we'll run away.

You can be what I can say,
I'll still love you either way.
Be the one that makes me smile,
Sing me sweet, sweet lullaby.

Oh, you make me very proud,
You're much better than I'm allowed.
Please my dear, just come with me.
I'll show you things you've never seen.

Reviews

[Loretta]

I love the simplicity of this poem. Really awesome stuff.

[Emily Irene.]

This poem really touched me. Its really sweet, in a way. I relate to it at this moment, as well. Well done.