One more fatigued day had passed
Same duties, same energy.
The exhaustion of existence
Had started to pester me.
New York City had begun to feel warm,
announcing the arrival of admiring August.
Went down town Manhattan
Roamed about the dashing streets.
Grabbed a bite, enjoyed the night.
The buildings adjusted
their reflection in the east river
As the wind made ripples; an ecstasy.
The solitude felt heavenly;
drove across the bridge,
the carousal seemed magical.
I couldn’t help but notice
an innocent face among
the hundreds of edgy ones.
Chubby cheeks and plum lips;
Chest nut brown hair fell on her face.
Staring at the Brooklyn Bridge,
She stood with millions of thoughts in her eyes.
My heart paced for her;
she seemed flawless to me.
A voice from inside Yelled;
there is something about her that allured me.
The city seemed beautiful than ever.
After minutes of introspection and
 winning over the second self,
I gained the courage to converse with her.Â
Every time I made her laugh, she made me fall deeper for her.
The stars twinkled and moon smiled,
New York shined at its peak.
Love was all around, days went by.
As days passed, the wait for next meeting
grew on us. The journey from
nothing to everything was intricate.
Forwith, thirty years after,
we still continue to enjoy
the heart soothing beauty of the city;
sitting beside the carousal just like that night under the Brooklyn.
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