Do you remember the Seine?

By Simon Nguyen
Do you remember the Seine, my love?
It's a reservoir of tears, 
Where love is made and forgotten.
The river is twice as deep than when we last met.
The winds howl louder and the currents are more unforgiving. 

Only you could calm a disturbed Seine.
Its sleepless waves await to be tamed by your rosy lips,
And your gentle voice is needed to return the river to its sleep.

How is the Seine, my love?
Do swallows still soar over the grassy banks? 
Do flower petals still fill the waterways?

Who asked the fisherman to return the key of our love lock?
Why was our love so memorable but brief?
If I return to the Seine someday, 
Will the river still be like yesteryear?