The cobblestoned streets
Have a certain charm,
Aesthetically pleasing...
Until your shoes they harm.
The waters you test,
Search for the wave to ride
On the clear blue sea,
Until crashes the tide.
The flames, mesmerizing,
You take your turn
By the fireplace
Until your cheeks begin to burn.
Three times too many,
You crashed and burned,
So taking precaution,
Your back you turned.
Returning to your comfort zone,
You hid your face
From a happy ending
Reached at a slower pace.
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