I wrote this poem tonight....made of street names in NYC. See what you think....


my future's looking Bleeker
without you as my Prince

the Cherry and the Mulberry trees
have no Blossoms and Pine for you

I Viewed the Belle and lost my mind
when the Ridge made a Wall in my heart.

I thought no Stone would break the Bond
of our Golden empire

but I'd never Trade the World
for the Centre of your heart

Because if I could Penn the Times
of Grand Groves with Cedar trees
and Orchards of Greene
I'd Bond you with the Maiden,
what a Union it would be