Jonathan Richman - Springtime in New York

My eyes are tearing and itching. Mose is running and sneezing. My lungs feel like they're filled with sawdust. It could all only mean one thing... It's Spring time in New York. To celebrate this season of love I've written a love poem. I'd like to share that poem with you all today.

FERRY TO YOUR HEART

Our love is the East River lit by a full moon.
Our love is the impetus for the magnificence that is the Brooklyn Bridge.
Our love is a place of calm and serenity in a whirling crushing city.
Our love sings quietly as it laps the shores of Redhook.
Our love is beautiful, full of history.

But if we wade all the way.
Throw ourselves completely into our love with no abandon.
If we luxuriate in our love
We will surely die, Or get cancer At the very least contract a disgusting rash.
Our love is romantic, historic, powerful, and polluted.
Very Very Very Polluted.

Our love is the East River.