I've always wanted a "new car" love.
New cars are immaculate:
Their fenders know no dents,
Their paint is without blemish,
Their windows shine with innocence,
Their charm is so coquettish.
Yet newness proves not infinite;
The new car scent will vanish,
And 'though precautionary
To excess, I guarantee
A future maculation, nonetheless.
Now, if the car is strong, 'tis just a mark,
To be forgiven and forgotten--
If weak, it breaks at least one heart.
I guess I always dream of the perfect love, but we are still human aren't we... This was wrote after my sister got the first nick on her new car.
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