Cycling along a winding lane,
he admired a clear crystal sea,
golden sands stretching for miles
and seagulls flying in ecstasy.
'Twas then he saw her waiting
at their favourite rendezvous...
two arms upon the handlebars
of her bicycle - silver and blue.
With a flask of tea and picnic lunch
all packed in a large saddle bag
they both agreed to push their bikes
up the hill to the top of the crag.
As a day of romance came to an end
and the sun set in the evening sky
she asked him if his love was true:
he said that for her he would die.
Down the hill they free-wheeled together
as happy as birds in the tree!
He made a date to meet her again
by the shores of a clear crystal sea.
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