French Quarter Villanelle

We remember the days our dreams come true:
Eating beignets together at Du Monde.
While wishing the good times were not so few.

A thousand days, without further ado,
At last we personally correspond.
We remember the days our dreams come true.

Girls are pelted by the balcony crew;
Lustful flesh exchanged for beads that are donned
While wishing the good times were not so few.

Seedy men, and women selling voodoo
Overwhelm; when we refuse to respond
We remember the days our dreams come true.

And we wade through the decadent taboo,
And walk the streets of Bourbon and beyond
While wishing the good times were not so few.

And now we learn what we already knew:
Our meeting cements our permanent bond.
We remember the days our dreams come true,
While wishing the good times were not so few.