New York city is my favorite lover.
She lights the night sky for me and begets
The most vibrant and lingering sunsets.
Each night I know I could never leave her.
New York and I love with passion. She stirs
Joy at a street magician, grief for a
Homeless man, rage for screaming cars and days
When I lose my keys. She has strong tempers.
After her rage has passed, she always cries
And promises "never again" with sun-
Shine and fantastic art. We go for runs
Together and I drown in her eyes.
The city tells me she's my favorite lover.
Someday I'll love her enough to believe her.
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