Love is a bicycle with two pancakes for wheels. You may see love as more of an exercise in hard work but I see it as more of a breakfast on the go.

I had a dream about you. You were on a bike going 70 miles an hour I could see you approaching my car in the mirror. You were trying to say something so I jumped on the brakes as hard as I could I guess I forgot I had tied your bike on my bumper.