The bullet rumbled to a stop,
Its black - clad rider at the top.
Dark glasses, leather jacket, youthful spring,
Majestic with the helmet swing.

The world round him, seemed to slow,
A playful glow, his eyes did show.
Entranced by the lady across the street,
Falling for her, advances he on quick feet.

The gorgeous girl but glanced around,
The knight in shining armour, did abound.
Returned rejected to his steady stallion,
Defeated in, the great battalion.

Her high heels, clicked in beat,
As the faint rumbling, reduced the heat.
If the prince, should ever find,
A scrawled number, in his pocket hind.

Would not we all, love to know,
What did follow !!!

I lifted your spirits and kept you going
I thought i knew my way, my path
But i was struck on a hill and had to stop
You fell, my dear flower ***.

We had good moments, we had good talks
But when you hurt me bad I hesitated
Then you took off on your own.
I thought you’d come back.
I waited and waited
Like a moon to abide
The waiting of warmth
So that i may ride
Once again.

My dear flower ***, my half of soul
When you left I couldn’t find you again
For you fell too deep I couldn’t recognize.
I tried to forget, i rode alone
Took off on my bike not knowing i was prone
To getting lost- so lost.

Now there was no one to help
No one to lead
I started walking by myself.
What was the point of riding a journey
With no company as lovely as you were
My long gone flower ***

This probably isn't what they are called,
And I can't think of the elusive word,
But...I really like bike bells.

You know the ones!
The little diddlydoos on the handlebars of a ten-year-old's bike.
The ones that go
bbbBBBB
      RRRRRrrrrr
           iiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIII
                  NNNNnnnnnn
                 ­      ggggggGGGGGG!

God, they're my favorite.

Because, you see...here's the thing:

When you were a ten-year-old,
Riding a bike to some friend's house your mom didn't approve of,
Did you ever bbBBrrIInnGG the bike bell on your bike when you were upset?

Of course not!

Bike bells are a child's way of telling the world,

"Guys! GUYS! I had a really good day!"

And it makes me happy to know some little kid is so joyful they can't help but bbBBrrRRiiIInnNNggGG all the way down the street.