Little Secrets

chosen one

In the tapestry of your desires lies "Santa Monica's" melodic tome,

Years have swirled, nurturing dreams that gracefully roam.

L.A.'s allure beckons, a vintage Mustang is the key,

Through cityscape's poetry, from downtown's heart to the sea.

Cruising beneath the heavens, harmonies unfurl,

Why this vignette shared, as the stars softly twirl?

A portrait painted vivid, a landscape so divine,

Yet, in this narrative, am I your chosen one?