Will you comment on my Paris poem, inspired by Isabella?

Question:Paris in May

The last time I saw Paris,
it was May, 2005
after years away from my ancestral town
I felt my youth revive.

My love and I strolled along the banks
of the mighty River Seine,
but now, alone, I wonder
will I see Paris once again?

No matter, I will remember spring,
hear echoes of Villon's song,
and some day, perhaps my soul will return
to the City where I belong.

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The last time I saw Paris,
it was May, 2005
after years away from my ancestral town
I felt my youth revive.

My love and I strolled along the banks
of the mighty River Seine,
but now, alone, I wonder
will I see Paris once again?

No matter, I will remember spring,
hear echoes of Villon's song,
and some day, perhaps my soul will return
to the City where I belong.

I always thought that my ancestral home was Ireland, but I found out that before that, my ancestors had lived a few generations in Germany, and before that had been in France. Which city is not yet known, but they were members of a religious movement that has been called the Huguenots, and were persecuted in France, so they fled to asylum in Germany. I will probably never see any of my ancestral countries, but it is ok, for I am American through and through.

Dear Elaine,

Here I am, in Paris,
Reading your beautiful words
And thinking that only this city
Can inspire such thoughts.
I hope you come back here one day.
Don't forget to tell me.
Isn't the tangled web
Wonderful?

EDIT: Elaine, did you mean me? Sorry, then, I did not say THANK YOU. Wakey, wakey! it's Annabella... It does not really matter, as it is not my real name...

EDIT: don't worry, Elaine. This is the effect Paris has on you!
I am touched, all the same.

oh i love it *^_^*

it's beautiful :)

it's really nice !

its nice

Beautiful...never been to Paris but I hope to someday!

I have just started the "Elaine P. Fund" to get you the ticket for your return! Paris is your muse.

I love your poem of Paris. Sounds wonderful. You will go to
Paris when you are ready.

I would love to see Paris. I hear that it's very romantic. I'm not a very good flyer though. Wonderful poem.

This makes me long to visit Paris even more. I have never been there, but somehow I am fascinated by this breathtaking city. Or, perhaps, it is the French blood in my veins that draws me to it. Either way, I hope to make it there someday!

The first line - strikes an echo - is there a song which begins 'The last time I saw Paris'? but no matter, since if there is then this gives the line that extra sense of recognition.
ancestral home/roots, instead of town - using town diminishes Paris
(majestic? instead of mighty)
will I ever see Paris again?
----sorry, it's your poem, tell me to go away!

- don't know who Isabella is but I'm sure she will be delighted to receive your tribute.

Believe Isabella is skipping rope...and oh, I envy you that trip!
Never been...but in my mind's eye...

it's beautiful Elaine......most times, your lines take me to the classics i love.....the word 'Paris' brings to me not the city, but the Paris of greek classics...and i get in my vision the picture of Homer singing from the shrine of his muse...though he was blind, the jubilance of myriad imaginations danced upon his inward eye...
and i love the reference to Villon...only a few people in the world like you remember those ancient poets...

Nice work! So you got the names mixed up? Did you get plastered in Paris?

This is a lovely retrospective poem, but it does have some hope. There's always hope to be had. Wishes come true.

Very nice. Someday we will all go and have lunch...