On a Rainy Morning in Paris, I Fell in Love with the Moment
And the moment became an unforgettable memory.
It was a rainy day in Paris when Isabelle was sleeping.
Her face lightly resting against the pillow brought memories of a painting I’d seen before.
Her beauty was radiant; her skin, immaculate. She was a work of art in all its glorious essence.
I’d never seen such peace and beauty together on a face.
Barely awakened, all I could do was write about her.
The words flowed as easily as if pouring out of a fountain.
The magic of the moment revealed itself in all its awesomeness.
If there’s a way to describe what inspiration is, that is it.
Did I fall in love with her beauty that morning?
Or was it the utter perfection of the moment?
Maybe a cold and rainy morning in Paris helped...
but one thing is true.
Some moments are timeless and will remain that way
for the rest of our lives.
About the Creator
Rene Volpi
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my “experiments” since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment! :)
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Comments (3)
"Wow, this poem is simply breathtaking. The imagery and language are so evocative, and I can really feel the love and admiration in the poet's words."
What a fantastic piece of work! Amazing!
I enjoyed the tone and flow of this, and you painted such a lovely introspective portrait 💙Anneliese