Too much beauty — it intoxicates me,

This hotel in Sapa, pure luxury.

Bill Bensley is an iconic artist,

A drunken genius of unending grace.

This is my kind of whimsical space.

I’ve seen many worlds from near to far,

But only here did I hook on that star —

A dream that feels richer than gold,

A wonder my memory will always hold.

Chocolates and candy, macarons bold,

Afternoon tea — more stories unfold.

Cuisine and chill with that French kind of charm,

The most sumptuous place, with soul and with calm.

I’ve fallen in love with what I have seen,

It lives and breathes like an opulent dream.

The odder, the better — I truly believe,

In beauty that lingers…

even after you leave.