Lumiere

I named him Lumiere, He is French, but born in Japan. His silver complexion lights my way in the night. Lumiere is the brightest candle, His flickering, my delight. His flickering can set things right. He gleams with pride each time I ride, he is noticeable far and wide. He sways slightly from side to side.

He’s a noticeable knight in shining armor, a noble steed of silver and plastic, utterly fantastic. He weaves in smooth directions. In flight there are no objections. He is my shield, dependable to wield. He is an expert in his field. The shiniest object in the castle, his glow, incomparable. Lumiere is a feather projected in flight. At every careening turn swiftly moving. Your soft silvery complexion is irresistible. Beaming boldly you make an impact. You are my silver shield saving me from potential danger. I am a lucky lady

To have you in my life. You are my calvary clicking it’s heels and spinning it’s wheels. You are made of the best bells and whistles, you are a brush with the best bristles. You are a low maintenance companion. I happened upon you by chance. Saved from potential dangers. You keep me safe all through each drive. When I have you I know I will safely Arrive. You protected me from danger on the road. The guilt and remorse, after only a week together. You were injured to protect me.  

Thank you.