Frozen words
Iced over
By your confusion.
Locked in silence,
Handcuffed–
A prisoner
You hold the lock and key, to
My heart
And now you want release?
Locked up in your love
Frozen words
Iced over
By your confusion.
Locked in silence,
Handcuffed–
A prisoner
You hold the lock and key, to
My heart
And now you want release?
Chevvy's diary 
This bridge the one in Paris?
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Yes it is, thought it a fitting image – 0ne of my pictures:-)
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Oh, nice!
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Heard about the bridge. The words are so fitting with the picture…wonderful… 🙂
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Thank you Maniparna. The idea as I understand it is couples use the locks to pledge their undying love. I wonder how many of them stay together in the end. What happens as in my poem when disenchantment creeps in. 🙂
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But, still the fact remains that every couple, at some point of their lives, wanted their love to be eternal. The bridge holds testimony to that… 🙂
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Yes, that is true 😀
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