When I rest my head and then close my eyes
I dream of you, as sweet as daffodils
Your lovely whisper and your gentle touch
Bring to my ears the charm of distant bells
Life close to you is but an endless dream
Of happiness, no book of love excels
How could Fate throw me in your boundless sea?
Tossed on its waves, never to see its shore?
The rain, the fog, the Seine, the charm of France
Are but a fraction of your charm to me
It travels with my eyes in every look
And colors everything I look to see
It wanders in my thoughts with every step
I take through Paris, everywhere I be
“ How can a woman’s charm”, I asked myself
“ Take so much of one’s mind, and even more”.
Fathi A. Abdallah, MD
Paris, France
May 3rd, 1980