Somewhere--A Tale of Love Across Europe

When I spoke of Paris, they scoffed at how clichéd it was

When I talked of sunsets in Rome, they laughed at my young poet’s heart

But they couldn’t see the things I could

Like how somewhere on bridges above the Seine,

There’s a girl brushing a boy’s lips with her own

How somewhere on the dim lit cobblestoned streets of Prague,

Young lovers mumble promises at midnight

How somewhere in the silent bookshops and cafes along the Tiber,

First loves shyly talk of their many lives in fictional stories

How somewhere on the soft soil of the Colosseum,

The party by understands his feelings for that introvert gamer girl.

They never really saw the little perks I did

Like how somewhere on a high balcony in Madrid,

An extremely ‘manly’ boy realizes that amid the million loudly beating hearts of the city,

He could hear the silent pages of books being turned

How somewhere on the pale sands of Mykonos,

The best-friend-turned-lover catches sight of the small smile his girlfriend tries to hide

How somewhere under the Northern Lights of Reykjavik,

A girl whispers love to a boy as they hug

How somewhere in the rocking boats afloat the Amsterdam canals,

A man produces a sparkling ring from his coat

How somewhere under the rain in London,

The girl dries his tears and holds his hands.

They couldn’t ever witness any of this

But even if they could,

I’m sure they wouldn’t have spared a second glance.