One Good Thing

One good thing-
With New York.
It's far away from here.

Bring it back once again....
Cradled in the street lights.
Next to me are you-
Your silky brown hair.
Eyes of crystalline.
Those of Zeus.
Make myself a fool-
Sleeping on your arm.
Swooning for your-
Useless charm.

There's one bad thing-
With New York.
I'd rather be with you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is extremely close to my heart. It may be a short piece....but it means the world to me.

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