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We came to Paris to find our escape from friends, and a blend of sentimental happy happenings, wrapped up in a weekend parcel - until the idyllic city disclosed romantic memories. The semblance of gaiety cracked, as we both back- tracked to former depressions, expressly (and better) set aside. The gloom hovers, severing togetherness, ever intrusive - in the snack bar or nightclub. The white smouldering embers, (that past lovers shoved to the back of the grate,) may still show glowing signs of sudden rekindling - with fear appearing that frantic flames could run amok.      So whilst you promenade the streets with me,      the unseen rivals lurk behind each tree.