Can you help me find this poem?

The poem about how the guy is on the motorcycle with his girlfriend and she says slow down but his breaks are dead so he makes her hug him and then dies in the end and she lived??

I always forget to save it!!

i have no clue but i wanna read it tellme if you find it

YEs i know what you are talking about. But it is not a poem. IT's a short story. Some body just stole the words and put it in their own name, as a poem... And so the administrator deleted it, I guess. I have a copy of the story.

Here it goes......

I am adding a bonus story also. Hope you like the second one also. (I don't know the author's name)

*********************story 1***********************

A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night.
They loved each other a lot.....
Girl:"slow down a little.. I'm scared.."
Boy: "No, it's so fun.."
Girl: "please..it's so scary.."
Boy: "Then say that you love me.."
Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"
Boy: "Give me a big hug.."
The girl gave him a big hug.
Girl: "Now can you slow down?"
Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and
it's
bothering me while i ride."

The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had
crashed
into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on
the
motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...The guy knew

that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know,
because he
knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the
last
time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so
that
she can live, and die himself...

Once in a while, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us
a
fairy tale...

Message "Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those
you
hold well"

***************************Story2*****************

Nurse: "It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am,
when an elderly
gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures
(stitches) removed from
his thumb.

He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am. I
(nurse) took his vital signs and had him take a seat,
knowing it would be
over an hour before someone would to able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I
was not busy with
another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam
it was well healed, so
I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed
supplies to remove his
sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in
conversation. Asked
him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning
somewhere else, as he was
in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he
needed to go to the
nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.

I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she
had been there for a
while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I
asked if she would be
worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no
longer knew who he was,
that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you are still
going every morning, even
though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he
patted my hand and
said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she
is."

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps
on my arm, and
thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love
is an acceptance of
all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

Good friends are like stars...You don't always see
them, but you always know
they're there."

I couldn't stop posting this story also. IT's so beautiful. Sorry if i am posting it on the wrong forum. (Again it's not a story written by myself.. It's a forward mail i recieved.)

************Story 3**********

LOVE!!!!

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Susan became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. 'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Mark.

Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.

Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me."

Mark's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.

Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.

On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, "What do you mean?" The driver said, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her..."

So if you love someone be faithful to that person.

trincy, that was so beautiful it almost made me cry!!!

Thank you Trincy I love the motorcycle story and yours too!! LOL.

Did you guys see Some one called "Jessica" has posted the motor cycle story as a poem in her name????"

Why do people copy other's work??????????

It is so amazing how people that violate the copyright laws always wind up in the top 5. People vote, and comment, even though we are there telling them that it is a stolen story. It's not even a poem.

Wish granted... Here is another story.. Hope you like it.. (from internet..not mine)

From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy, saying that it has got to do with family background,
& that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though
the
girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep isyour
love
for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused
the
girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in
silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl:

"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If
you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for
your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got
engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy
was
overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through
emails
& phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving
up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down
by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that
could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her
voice....

The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming
out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides
silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her. Upon
reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing
tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She
does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him,
she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl
could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided to
move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be
happy.

With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a new
life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day,
her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to
let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was
about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in
front of her.

He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign
language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he
slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know how
to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll know
how to treasure. Treasure what you have right now, or else you will
regret one day...

OKay.. one more
(from a forwarded mail)

After 21 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with another woman. It was really my wife's idea.

"I know that you love her," she said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested.

"I know, but you also love her."The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you well?" she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded.

"Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment then said "I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.

She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. my mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu to her. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me.

A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used t o have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time for you to relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary -
but catching up on recent events of each others lives. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed.

"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

Some time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you
and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love you."

At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and giving our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than God and your family and friends.

Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off til "some other time".

Someone once said "I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I think this is true with your in-laws, grandchildren, sisters, brothers and your friends. Anyone that means something to you-you should spend time with them and let them know how much they mean to you as often as you can.

IF you guys have such stories.. please post it... I would love to read..