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Shape Poetry
You might not hear me speak, you might not see my eyes
The apple
Of my
Eye.
‘’City of Love’’
For I am obsessed with the thought of love, as much as I’m passionate in this City of Love
And, honestly, I don’t have any idea of why; I’ve been fond of this place ever since I started to fall
I can’t even imagine myself in this place that oozes love and charm, the most romantic city in Europe.
Here I am, still finding my luck. Wishing that I’ll still be able to recall
The day I fell in love in this city Was also the same day of my fall.