Potomac Lovers

Still lovers, though we’ve never seen La Seine
Potomac lovers, where her waters run
Through little, forest streams that start with rain
That grow in warmth like trees beneath the sun
Our love together grows like every tree
Beside the runs that feed Potomac’s flow
Beside you here is where I want to be
Where love, like trees, will always want to grow
I know they say La Seine gives Paris love
I hope Parisians love their river’s grace
Potomac’s strength is what I’m dreaming of
I wouldn’t trade it for another place
The strength of lovers, by the river’s side
Can sense the pull of Love’s persistent tide.

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