he ruined me like having your first croissant in Paris-
there will never be another quite like it,
there will never be a substitute
for the kind of magic
he brought to life
with one kiss.
croissants in Paris
infusing poetry into the mundane
infusing poetry into the mundane
he ruined me like having your first croissant in Paris-
there will never be another quite like it,
there will never be a substitute
for the kind of magic
he brought to life
with one kiss.
A.P. Bastian 