The Tower
–I fell for—
regarded me as
statuesque,
but leery of
Liberty and happiness
(for life)
he left me to
site-seers
–brought on by
ferry men—
and oglers
–who stowed away
(in steerage)
and no Leo DiCaprio–they
…
“oh, Paris
you left me in America!”
fearful of women
with big emotions,
but realizing near last,
the openness
–at temple
allowed for
changing scenery
and views
(thereof)
and as torch I carried was
…ahh…
oversize,
enormous!
it sparked a burning desire
“in you, too”
to see me
(once more, and again)
and even all that distance between us
couldn’t extinguish the flame,
and no containment lines,
withstood it
(ether)
and sow
–what was reap,
and ripe–
for a mission,
he rose
(up)
pulling rooted feet from
la rue,
covering
oceans
–not wide enough
and mountains
–not near enough
to meet up with me
“in’time! Promise you’ll make it on time!”
at a place only
we
know
–an empire
state.
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daily prompt: hyperbole
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