I’ll cross to the left bank for you.
Because I’m head over my Marant’s for you.

I sit at your steps, looking up adoringly.
Waiting for the others to leave.
And when it’s the right moment, when that romantic light hits the rooftops of every apartment across the city, I will take the stairs.
I will walk everyone single one, because some things are worth walking for.

I want to sip champagne on your observation deck.
I wish you could caress my neck.

Over me you just have the power.
I am forever yours, Eiffel Tower. 

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