What can I say? You had me from hello…guess that’s why they called you my Jersey love melting in my arms like the sweet taste of marshmallows…the caramel in my chocolate, the hottest on the block of Stuyvesant stayin’ fresh wherever you went
From Stuyvesant to Broad Street, one who anyone would love to meet…eyes so charming with that perfect personality, glow on your face like you could glide and fly with wings…guess that’s what that East Coast swagg brings
You make my heart smile like bare feet on the beach in A.C every weekend. Then it’s back to the shack where the water washes up and “Love” really sinks in.
This Jersey love is unconditional I must admit…the rest can float on Cloud 9, but we’re soaring in happiness way above the skies.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
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