Oh la la, is what they say when red and blue part the way. A tower boasts grandeur right, sparkling up a city night. Oui, oui, there's romance in the line. Books galore is what to find. Ride the river, mind the rocks, remember for whom our love locks. Cross the bridge by this bright land; art abounds to take in hand. A garden vision's spoken word; a smiling Lisa never heard. Strung by cords of the coeur's beat, feet dance lightly down the street.
Where are you?
I gave you a clue!
|Jules Bastien-Lepage (French, Damvillers 1848–1884 Paris)|