The City of Bright Lights

She tells me that she's weird, and that she doesn't know how someone like me would even talk to someone like her. Honestly, if she is weird, then I have been living a very bland life, and I'd rather join in on insanity with her. She's got eyes like the Earth itself, and long brown hair like the Weeping Willow in October. I want to see her morph into the disastrous hurricane that she claims to be. I want to transform her into the pearl that she really is. I want to observe her and find out what makes her tick, and what makes her smile. (She's got the most beautiful smile.) I want to travel to New York City and dance with her in the rain until she is smiling to the sky again. And in the city of lights, her eyes will be the brightest.