To live free is his goal.
He is owned by the angels
Mind, body and soul.
He searches the world
For the ultimate thrill,
As he thrashes his harley,
With exquisite skill.
Then one day he meets
And has soon memorised,
The face of a woman he says
Has Paul's eyes.
There's something about her
That makes him draw near.
She's important to him,
But why is not clear.
What kind of a magnet
Pulls them together?
This tough tattooed biker,
This lady in leather?
He knows she is different.
She's not hard, she's just sweet.
He wouldn't look twice
If they met in the street.
Yet something about her
Keeps drawing him back,
To look into those eyes
So brown, almost black.
Does she like him he wonders,
Can she hear when he sighs
As he looks into her face,
The girl with Paul's eyes?
Poem copyright Harleylover 2002
Dedicated to my oldest and best internet friend.
May this strange friendship survive our whole lives through.
14th April 2002 for Peter