Those Chaotic Days in Paris, France

Oh, Paris, the rebellious teen.
With a mind like no one else,
You simply can't handle her.
The city itself it's a giant contradiction,
trying to figure it out isn't even an option.
You simply gotta enjoy the weird sense of confusion.

Imperious and regal, sweet but psycho.
Some days she resembles Josephine Bonaparte.
Other nights end like the life of Marie Antoinette.
The highest of highs and the lowest of low, no in-betweens.
"those chaotic days in Paris were the finest," they say.
I beg to differ, but too many people were falling for her magic.

Cruising the Seine under the pink sunset.
I'd never witnessed something like this in my entire life.
The Eiffel Tower shines brighter than any stars in the night sky.
Passing through Notre Dame, into the thriving Latin Quater.
Pretending to be a Medici at Luxemburg Garden.
Standing in front of Pont Alexandre, overlooking Les Invalides.

It's one chaotic joy ride, and I suddenly realized I don't want it to end.