Love like a squeaky lock
Creaks rusty memories
Opens secret passions
Long past, long laid to rest
A stone skipped
On a long lake
Of stability and desire
Maturity and constancy
As proud as steeples
Hundreds of years old
Standing and kissing
The kind sky
Passion like an almond pit
Solid at the core
Grown from the beautiful
Blossom of youth
A pillow well worn
With sweet tears
Of comfort and satisfaction
Pleasure and ease
As sound as echoes
That always return
Stronger and slower
The mountain anchored
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