What’s more brighter than the sun?
Your hair during the Manhattan sunset,
or the bright orange leave clovers?
What’s more engaging than the orchestra?
Your words spoken to me during apocalypse
or the Christmas lights on fifth Avenue? 

What’s more lost than the abandoned bird?
Your heart on a cool spring night,
or the Coney Island bound last train?
What’s more rewarding than life?
Your assurances of an everlasting love,
or the promises of a new found love?

What’s more fulfilling than an embrace? 
Your hesitant touch on my fingers,
or the cold beer on an Upper East Side pub?
What’s more joyful than an infant?
Your skin undoing all by bruises,
or the quiet summer Brooklyn night?