Los Angeles gleams with the whites of the buildings
Stars of manual power in the distance
Clouds begin to bring down light drops of waste evaporated from the sea.
The city is alive with the sounds
Of couples conversing, walking, fighting,
Crying and in deep loving.
Sounds of laughter, sounds of silence.
Noises of footsteps in the rain,
Noises of two lovers in pain.
Moans and groans of those
Enjoying the mood of an upcoming holiday.
Yet beneath the universe of L.A.
During the lover’s week is us in
A miniscule moment in the major station of united trains.
Eyes that stun, hair so curled and long,
A beauty from head to toe stands before me.
I look at her, she stares at me
The tears of past lives fall on our gave
As we lean in close to finally embrace.
A cosmo kind of feeling as lips meet
Soft and subtle, long yet sweet.
You fell in love and I now swept away
By your charm, your style, your grace.
A man of awkward persona; of untapped potential; of zero confidence was smitten
By a woman of charisma, talent and proud independence.
“I love her…and she loves me,” I thought as the city stars shined bright in our reality creating a lifelong dream.
A contingency of romance that was simply meant to be.

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