The most beautiful,
Olive to be driven.
Fast and reliable.
Unique, like me, unobtainable.
Treated with respect,
Manuel transmission on a bet.
Small, getting from a to b.
Your radio never let me feel alone.
The first I got for myself.
Misfortune was given once more.
Bestowed on my life was a choice,
To be kind, or wary.
Kindness is always my choice,
You paid for it.
More than I.
Only two weeks were you gone.
When I saw you, I was in tears.
Shocked, horrified,
At the mirror of what my soul,
Had been through.
To come back once more,
Through you I saw my broken self.
Breaking more,
Miss you and the freedom.
Fiat 500 pop 2013