Love doesn't live here anymore.
Love is pondering the urban streets of Park Slope.
Brooklyn is the unofficial home of love.
Come with me, and find it.
Love that is.
I want it back here NOW!!!
Demanding and impatient, yes I is.
But who wouldn't be.?
Love feels so good.
And it could make the richest poor.
The poorest feel so rich.
Love is so fuckin' valid.
With the ensured heartbreak,
insecurity and turmoil.
Love is the thing, that'll make who realize...
You aren't who you think you are.
