The first time around,

I only saw your front façade.

The second time, you were cold,

Standing in the winter.

The third time,

I really got to see you,

From the peek,

Around Shakespeare and Company,

Walking by the Seine,

All the way across the Pont Saint-Louis.

As you engulf in flame,

The world halts.

I don't speak your language

But we all speak the language of love.