That night in Paris
When we met
We were both runaways
From our past
I, a working-class poet with big dreams
You, a workaholic
With money to burn
We saw our lives and wanted more
Like a romance people will talk
Throughout the ages
But we couldn't let out ambitions go
And the sweet air of that city
Drew us together
Like two opposite poles
Through, society said it would
Never work
We continue to dance and walk
Through, the night with the stars guiding us
When we departed
The morning sun was upon us
The last kiss arrived
Knowing we would continue without