Poem number twenty-four NaPoWriMo
His love was this city,
a lovely lady indeed,
she was surrounded by two rivers,
that always gleamed in the sun.
Upon stormy days,
the water churned,
little waves lapped against the shore,
but nothing could take away,
from the loveliness of his city.
On day when the sunlight,
sprinkled the city in a golden light,
the windows of the buildings,
brightly reflected in the rays,
his city seemed to smile brightly.
In the nighttime,
with rows of lights everywhere,
she took his breath away,
made him want to take her hand
and dance and sway.
If the nighttime,
he waited to see,
the neon lights,
shining in the rain puddles,
in all the colors of the rainbow.
Whenever he would roam,
he found himself being called home,
to the city he loved –
a most lovely lady was she.
Steadfast and true,
he always knew she’d be waiting
and the city to him –
always felt like home.