Goodbye Gorgeous

My love, you are a fine machine,
But you are not a car.
Let's get this straight.

Cars are driven, pushed to their limit,
Scrapped in search of a better model.
But I would cherish you forever.

I would not run your tank low,
Because I would pump you often.
I would keep you constantly full-filled.

And true, at times, I get excited
At the thought of revving your engine.
But I'll always turn you on first.

To me, you are not a vehicle.
You are not a bridge connecting to and fro;
You are the destination, the goal, the outcome.

You are what I hope to hold
In the winds and the cold
You are the bright light
In the middle of a dark night

You are a beautiful soul.
And only you can make me whole.