he, was

his love was a sweet short trip to paris 

the last petal of daffodils in autumn 

the epilogue of a good tv series 

and a lullaby for a tired soul 

his love was a gelato shop at 9 pm 

the last scoop for two 

cones are out of stock 

a paddle-like utensil for two 

they said nothing last forever 

paris for another city 

autumn for spring 

epilogue for other title 

lullaby for a good morning

9 pm for 9 am

but 

johnny 

would you like a short trip to dusseldorf, 

perhaps?