(A poem written based on Miraculous tales fanfiction)

I see you photos everywhere
On magazines, on walls
On buildings here and there
Even in their halls
The city is filled with you
You're it's treasure
Paris' love for you is true.
You're it's pleasure.

I can't escape your emerald eyes
When I say I'm just your friend
It's all just lies
My love for you isn't a fiend
But you seem to be oblivious
When I act...