I sold the sleek black bike
you said I should buy.
My special treat,
in the shop, on my own, I couldn’t fulfil.
It took your love,
your woman’s will
to tutor me in the art of self-giving
and not to fear the gifts that feed.
My self-denial father’s handed down creed.
Cycling was the emblem of our in-love-fun.
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