The Confession Of An Ardent Heart, In Verse

The Yom Kippur Party I did not attend.
T’was a party of a friend’s friend
And if friend One can go not
Joyful, it can be not

So to Montmartre I traveled
At Sacré Coeur I marveled
As I sat on the Terrace
A Café, and Victor Hugo, took away the coldness

The clouds let out their rain
Sitting in Sacré Coeur, I felt sane
In the quiet, in the still
My joy, fulfilled

Today,
Was Today,
Nothing significant,
To say