“a woman riding a motorcyle with a man in the rain and in the sun. love.”

Her hair a comet trailing gold,  
She rides the thunder, fierce and bold—  
A steel-eyed queen on midnight roads,  
Their laughter weaving through the odes  
Of engine hum and whistling air,  
The world in motion—anywhere.  

He holds on close, soft palm to waist,  
In tangled joy their hearts make haste;  
They ride through rain like swept confetti,  
The silver drops made bright and steady  
By the flash of thrilling speed,  
Their fingers laced in trust and need.  

Sunlight beckons with a blaze,  
Warm as a lover’s searching gaze;  
Her grin reflected in his eyes,  
The open miles, the cloudless skies—  
Yet even when the heavens cry,  
She laughs and rides, and so can I.

The road is long, the years may run,  
With rain or sun, love’s never done;  
For every storm, each golden ray,  
She drives their doubts and fears away.  
Together—rider, pillion—free,  
They chase horizon’s mystery.

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