I've loved you since I was small.
Since I was old enough to read a book, sew a seam, watch a film, read a recipe, or wander an art gallery, you've captured my heart.
You are everything that is good, and cultured, and beautiful in the human race.
You value history and art and opera and ballet, seeking always to share that which is enlightened and lovely in the human existence.
We've spent time together, you and I.
I've had the privilege of observing you at close quarters and getting to know you as something more than a pretty face.
You tug at my heart strings with your grace and light, and memories of time spent with you, make me smile when I am low.
In my life, I strive to take all that is good in you, and share it with my family day to day.
You are more than a monument or a great city to me.
You embody the me I want to be.
Gracious, strong of heart and mind, intelligent, and mindful always of the history and culture surrounding you. Living in the moment, enjoying the beauty in each day, savouring the little pleasures in life often. You've taught me so much.
Why you, my love, Paris?
We share your pain today. Our tears are many and our sorrows great.