I left my heart in New York City.

She was a girl young, lustful & pretty.

Her name was Loli and her womanhood blossomed.

She gave me an ego and made me feel macho.

Our love left fragrance in the air; musk, funk, wrapped my mind into her culture.

All the nations, all the races, all the languages, and all national ethics, they refine her.

They say if you can make it there, you can make it any where,

I'm sure Loli will survive beside the tall buildings, multitudes of generations, who are in close proximity of body odors.

She was a strong girl.

She was a sexy lady.

She was a good lover.

She is smarter than average.

Our relationship did not last the physical realms of this world.

But I'm sure her love radiate through the sunlight, Summer days, the wind blowing through eternity.

I left a girl in New York City,

but found a world within a marriage of romance in an afterlife serving justice.

Where I wait patiently for the sands of time to gather, where we will meet and lavish,

sands gathering like in a basin on a bottom of an hour glass measuring our past time,

like passing of time through Grand Central Station daily lifestyle.

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