The girl dreamed of the great city,
sparkling with red telephone booths,
and gleaming with the grandeur of the throne.
She was the unnatural Londoner,
born in the city from afar,
yearning to return from the moment her eyes saw the sophistication.
The buildings spoke to her,
the monuments captured her,
her heart belonged to London.
London was a haven created by God,
filled by the angels.
The beauty of London pulsed through her veins,
and the ache of being away weakened her soul.
The unnatural Londoner
is one who belongs there,
yet is unable to attain such a luxury.