Dear Gretchen

Gretchen, my darling,
my best girl. You're my
dark angel with a taste
for freedom. You're a
wounded rebel, let me
fix you. Restore you to
your former glory. I'm not
here to break your spirit,
oh no. That's what I love
most about you.

I'll show you respect, I'll
give you love. I know we're
both free spirits but together,
we're a team. Baby I know
you're hurt, I know you
are. But know this, I see
more than you think or will
ever know. You try to
be angry, You try to be
tough. All growl, no love.

Underneath it, you're an
angel who just needs love.
Baby I know you're not
out to hurt me. That was
an accident I blame myself
for. But I know it'll be
different this time round.

Because under your matte
black paint, underneath all
your perfect chrome I
painstakingly polished with
love and care. Underneath
your fearsome low, growl,
I see a friend I can have
adventures with.

My darling Harley,
without each other,
we're nothing.