5/15/2005: Chicago is the scent of chocolates...

Chicago is the scent of chocolates
And the excitement over its mystery
Whereof do such lovely scents originate?
Wherefore do its mysteries ever end?

And it is the river that flows serenely
It is wide-eyed tourists that it cradles along
As they marvel at its grandness, its brilliance, its majesty

It is the playful wind that blows relentlessly
It is temperatures in Celsius and Fahrenheit both awry
It is hair dissheveled and umbrellas topsy turvy
Easily we get it, it’s the Windy City

Chicago is the scent of chocolates
Inciting every sensation to relive every memory
It is sweet, serene, and does not leave ones senses in haste
So is the wanderer who’s briefly kissed its sweet sweet lips of chocolate