"Isabella,
siempre te amare
- Álvaro"
sharpied on a lock hanging
shut, on the crossbar of
a mermaid's bull-horn lyre.
Common like a valentine
on heart shaped candy.
The iron siren splintered out
above the lake from
the Monument to Alfonso XII.
The padlock fused
just above her fountain.
Two metals tucked into each other,
the elder showcasing her jewelry.
Neither humans nor metal could ever
know the consequences of "forever"
yet they remain bound with that message.
Locks are not permanent,
they're just very hard puzzles
to solve.
