City, you are my City.
You are where i come from,
you gave me my family,
you gave me my life.
Manchester, you are my Manchester.
You are the city I love,
you are the city I live for,
you are my house and home.
City, you are my City.
You are my work,
you are my life,
you are my everything.
Oh, my God! this poem is so sweet! The writer s greatly described things perfectly. As I was reading this I was saying to myself "Oh, God thats sweet" of coarse some might say its not the most romantic or fluffy of poems because the writer is not using 'beauty' as a comparison. However,I think this just proves that you can use other things to describe love, even citys! And I dont think hes trying to be romantic because it sounds more like hes talking about a family member, perhapes the love he has for his mother or father, which I think is cute. Eather way, I still find this poem very nice and sweet.
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