And when the Sun rises every day again love, we can be out and about frolic in the gardens and the ponds, and the mountains of Massachusetts. We will hold hands in the Great Library at Copley and feed the Squirrels at the Common. Lie on our backs on the Islands of the bay staring at the bright blue skies, and the stars above by our tents at nights. We will see the whales and get splashed together, climb the Mount Washington, and walk our way back too! When the Sun comes out again, we will in Alston eat Korean all day long, we will in JP lick ice cream till it's all gone, in the North End we shall get Canoli, just the two of love, you and me.
And when the long day ends, on a bright orange evening, we shall see the sun set at the Arboreum, and dance our hearts off in Downtown Boston. To Charlestown we shall go, see what the little houses and the tight alleys have to show. By the Charles we shall walk, and talk and talk and talk.
And when the Sun rises again love, we shall bike around the town and row on the Charles and hang out in the galleries of the MFA all day long. In Harvard Square we shall sit, reading books of the yore and songs of old. In the deep dungeons of the bookshops we shall get gifts for each other for the Summers fest.
Etcetera etcetera etcetera. This isn't really a poem, so I don't even need to make it rhyme, Hell Yeah!
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