In presence lies the heart's true joy, No need for trinkets to employ. Your laughter is the gift I seek, A bond that's cherished, strong, unique. Yet if you wish to grant desire, To fuel my dreams and stoke the fire, A modest sum, if you're inclined, To aid my motorbike test's climb. But truth be told, your smile suffices, Lighting up life's gentle crisis. Together, we'll ride through time's stream— In fellowship, we find the dream.