My love reflects only what's best of the sun,
and could be productive, though she's here just for fun.
My love has been known to roar like a lion,
and to pull me up stairs, without even tryin'.
My valentine comes off half pretty, half mean;
Moves in wide, sweeping arcs—oh, I love how she leans.
She moves predator-fast. Give an inch, she takes miles
Quick enough I get scared every once in a while,
and though Jomblo is thought a pejorative name,
"I fell hard for my Honda," I admit without shame.
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