Paris

The master plan to this riddle
Are the young hopes left behind,
And all the scrapheap memories
Of broken promises
You are yet to find.

Swinging cradles will hum melodies.
The pillow fights of angels and thieves;
One more example of asymmetry,
Such as tree tops
Abandoned by leaves.

In Paris you'll seek for romance,
A young lad to steal his heart away.
Days will pass by so slowly.
Your frail face will stare upon
The empty ashtray.

Note: For my favorite smoker in the whole world - she better not break your heart again.