I saw her in Paris (Heber Bensi)

I saw her in Paris, cheerful, was at the Top,
Signs of hope around her, beautiful,
At the top of the tower was a picture to humanity, 
All the beauty and love culminating in the fullness.
Far beyond the magazines, she flitted about the flowers,
Had endless love, like was Paris,
She was the poetry and literature of the beautiful times
Dressed with life and light, incredibly
Perfect ... sang the song of the angels, when
Paraded on top, was an example of victory,
And beauty and love without end, in her heart were.