Red and blue checks,
Depth within his gaze,
And that mischievous grin,
He stands outside, waiting—
Bursting with energy.
It's track day, after all,
That says everything.
The man with his car,
In his Miata, he shines bright.
Watching him circle the track,
His eyes gleam like a child's.
I yearn to watch him always,
Through rain or sunshine;
His smile lights the way as he takes the track.
I go over
At the end of every session,
Eagerly waiting to hear
What he had experienced
Through the rain and speeding rows.
Someone burst a tire, and
Another burst an engine,
Says he casually, settling in...
She ponders,
How will I fare on the track?
The very track he adores so much,
Will he be thrilled to listen
To the stories I unravel?
Together, we recount the day,
Laughter mixing with the roar
Of engines and stories untold,
Each lap a tale spun from rubber and road.
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Whispers Of The Heart
Romance'Whispers of the Heart,' a collection that delves deep into love, longing, and introspection. Through lyrical verses, experience the beauty of vulnerability and the magic of the heart's silent whispers.
