Game of hearts?

Sixty-five years since I bought 
my first motor-bike...age 14

Hooked from the first.

Also hooked by my 14-year-old sweetheart,

who stood waiting for me one evening

under a light not so bright

Already late

First date.

NO! She did not "ride" with me. 

We rode the city bus 5¢.................

POEM

heart shaped

hung by string,

a way of life

for everything

bleeding, hoping,

loving, waiting.

One day,

all so clearly clear;

can see and be seen

by even you, my dear

leaning against 

dimly lit lampost

--no moon this night

shadows moving

in the way they do

looking for ghost to

jump out--say "BOO!"

You glance but don't shout

as each tiny four-to-six-booted creature

bandies about those heels so tall.

wishing somehow

those heels 

were wheels

RRRRRrrrrrrrr...SCREEEEECH!

"is it my...YES!

He's my biker-guy!".....

The Universe still complete

hearts persistent will beat

as all continues

and would

and should

No

Matter

What

--steveroni