A memory of love revisited
We arrived at Orly in a morning mist
and drove to Rambouillet
In rented car and store-bought cheese
we stopped along the way.
We tore at bread, devoured cheese
and sipped our Chardonnay
with whispered hearts of broken dreams
that took our breath away .
Driving back, we lost the sun
the essence of the day
Our hearts subdued, and left behind
with the soul of Rambouillet.
A kiss, a touch, a look that dies
remembering the day
that held our love so sweet and warm
once more in Rambouillet ......