A stolen bike

A very dear friend
once had the most
beautiful bike
I had ever seen.
I used to watch
him with it, wishing
I could ring the bell
and change the gears.
Then one day
while my friend
was away for the
summer, I went
to his house and
stole his bike.
I rode it
over and over
until the tread
had worn out.
He knew,
when he returned
and saw his bike
used and unlocked,
he knew it had
been steered by my
hand. But I never
confirmed my act-
only my love
for that beautiful bike.