My Dear Love, I beg, hold your doubts to few.
I'm half crazy, but that you already knew.
It once was a stylish carriage,
And it seeks a choice remarriage.
It screams defeat. And has no seat,
But with love could improve our view.
Nancy. Nancy? Now is my answer due?
You're half crazy. Love of my heart, it's true.
It's charm I cannot disparage.
And it won't destroy our marriage.
For I'll be thrilled, once it is filled.
And this bicycle's made anew.