On my last day in Paris, I saw him, He saw me,
Our eyes met as the boat passed beneath the Seine Bridge,
He smiled at me and trussed his blonde hair,
I shook my head as I looked away,
As we crossed under the Seine Bridge.
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Camera in hand, My hair fell over my shoulders,
As I tried to capture a beautiful house on the banks,
I caught his eyes again, he cocked up his brows,
Gave me a charming smile as I blushed,
As we passed beneath the Seine Bridge.
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He came forward, I moved back,
As I tripped on another’s feet, he held my hand,
Stopped me from falling,
As the boat passed Under the Seine Bridge.
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I looked into his eyes, his grey eyes boring into mine,
He apologised for his upfront indecency,
Couldn’t help staring he said, you looked exotic,
I lowered my eyes as I blushed, I felt beautiful after ages,
That day under the Seine Bridge.
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We got conversing about life and times,
He told me about his travels,
I told him about India, my hometown,
The place my heart belonged,
Under the Seine Bridge.
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As we alighted from the boat, he held out his hand,
He asked me for an evening with him,
On the banks of Seine,
I was scared and I was unsure,
Yet, I took his hand, absorbed his warmth,
As hand in hand he led me away from the Seine Bridge.
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He took me to a narrow alley,
My heart was thudding, I didn’t know what awaited me,
As we turned the corner, I saw a small restaurant,
Candles alighted, it looked ethereal and magnificent,
As I stood there surprised, he blew my hair away from my face,
And wove his hand around my waist,
As I shook my head, he took me inside,
It was a perfect Parisian evening,
I felt like a heroine from some romantic classic,
As he serenaded me with food and songs,
That man I met under the Seine Bridge.
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As night fell over Paris,
He took me to the roof of an unknown building,
Scared much, he asked, as he took me to the edge of it,
I shook my head as adrenaline surged through me,
My breath stuck in my throat as I looked at the bewitching view,
Hand in hand with one I had met under the Seine bridge.
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As the lights of the Eiffel tower shone in the distance,
We sat down on the roof,
A cool breeze blowing, his hands wrapped around me,
I felt beautiful, unafraid about being so vulnerable,
With that stranger I had met under the Seine bridge.
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He nuzzled my neck,
It felt like I knew you since forever, he said,
I laughed, my love life hasn’t been too blissful I said,
I will fill it with bliss, he said,
I looked at him in disbelief as his hands moved through my tresses,
This angelic man I had met beneath the Seine bridge.
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I never realised when I fell asleep,
When I woke up I found him looking at me,
It’s time, he said,
I knew what he meant,
He led me to my hotel,
I took my bags and he drove me to the airport,
He was silent and so was I,
As we reached my heart fell,
I didn’t want to part with this man I had met under the Seine Bridge.
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As I was finally leaving, he held my hand,
I will follow you to India, he said,
I smiled and shook my head,
It was hard saying goodbye,
I had felt wanted after aeons, to be honest,
As I took flight, I realised we hadn’t exchanged numbers,
I laughed at how he had said he would follow me,
That was the end of the story for then.
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It’s been months since that incident,
At times I still try to search for him,
At times I wonder if he does too,
For a mere reminisce of that one night we spent,
I have met many since then,
But I have never met another,
Who made me feel as special as did the man,
I met on that fateful day in Paris,
Under the Seine Bridge.
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