Inspired by Elaine's poem...Oh how we love Paris! Your thoughts on my poem?

Question:Beneath this speckled sky,
I dream of another place.
I close my eyes,
and I am there.
This old city,
the one of love and romance,
runs through my veins
like the water in the Seine.
I've never been there
in flesh and blood.
But many a night,
after all is asleep,
I replace reality
with imagination.
I can see the lovers dancing
hand in hand,
underneath the subtle glow
of the avenue lights.
Mona's eyes stare back at me,
as I ponder the story
behind her mystifying smile.
A drip of sweet smelling rain
kisses my nose as I look up
to view the top of the tower,
Only to find myself looking
at the stars.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Beneath this speckled sky,
I dream of another place.
I close my eyes,
and I am there.
This old city,
the one of love and romance,
runs through my veins
like the water in the Seine.
I've never been there
in flesh and blood.
But many a night,
after all is asleep,
I replace reality
with imagination.
I can see the lovers dancing
hand in hand,
underneath the subtle glow
of the avenue lights.
Mona's eyes stare back at me,
as I ponder the story
behind her mystifying smile.
A drip of sweet smelling rain
kisses my nose as I look up
to view the top of the tower,
Only to find myself looking
at the stars.

Paris is both an ancient and a modern city. It is like no other city in the world. It cannot be described, it must be experienced. (It also helps to speak the language).

I am reading your poem
Looking at the evening sky
Of Paris, pink and blue clouds.

Actually "sweet smelling rain" shows how romanticized this city is. Unfortunately, we have pollution too here...

Nice. Hope you see my city some day.

Have you intentionally put
after all is asleep? It sounds odd to my ears
after all are asleep - sounds better, even though I know 'is' is grammatically correct (like the harvest festival hymn - all is safely gathered in)

This paints such a beautiful picture I can see it in my mind's eye easily. It is odd to be here in England with Paris just a short way away. I've been there a couple of times recently and went there in my youth once.
Unfortunately the recent visit was in October and far from being sweet smelling rain it came down in stair-rods, and soaked us to the skin.
There is something magical about Paris, though - London doesn't do it for me.

Sher,
This is an interesting poem.
Its about Paris in France.
I am thinking though as,
one would close their eyes,
to dream of another place.
This is a nice escape.
I have known Paris France as,
love and romance.
One can imagine of being in Paris,
or wherever.
That tower would be the Eiffel.
Seeing the lovers dance hand in hand,
that is one way to look at romance.

Nice. Oh, by the way, Paris is one of those few things in this life that is all it's cracked up to be. See you there!

Now, you've done it, now you've...packing my bags!

Nor have I
Seen her light
The stars sing softly
Through the night
They, like lovers,
Dance alone
The same skies here
See Monas' home

STUPID did i mention its STUPID