Wet chestnut leaves stuck to the cobbled pavement.

I am staring up at the high grey walls
shuttered windows i had pictured in my dreams.
I remain faithful in my wanderings.
No substitutes.

I had watched my back....
sat in coffee shops, observed cars,
fishermen, cyclists...
I had walked through classical gardens
perched on benches.

The sounds of piano grew a little louder.
The views of the Seine through the windows
at each half lending.
I am nervous, cause i am not John.....
I see views of several rivers at once.
The one fast flowing,
another calm.
A third strict as a canal. 
Brown skinned children watched me from a doorway.
A young girl in the bright cottons,
flitted past me on her way...

Lovers arm in arm.

Accept me....