As the leaves drop
at Poet’s row,
I see your eyes sparkle
in the hues of the fall.
The gentle breeze whistles
as the spirit of “The Big Apple”
spreads to every corner
of the city’s lungs.
The park is colored
with captivating tones
of endless yellows and oranges
and why not?
Bits of red as well,
seemingly all, just for you,
my love.
It is in this hallowed corner
where your smile shines the most,
while your head full of dreams realizes,
that your heart has been taken,
on an autumn’s romance,
by the spirit of the park
and by my very own,
while I recite this verse
made out of precious fallen leaves,
and my infatuated heart and soul,
succumbing all to you my love,
right here at Poet’s Row.
Amazing!!!!!!
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