The first man was a hopeless romantic
when he showed his lover eternity.
Many would consider it eccentric
when, into the river, he threw the key
to the master lock he snapped to the bridge.
It was his love he wished to symbolize,
raising their romance to a new prestige
that would endure even after he dies.
I remember how that lady did swoon
when he showed to her this timeless gesture
under the bright light of the waning moon.
They’d spend the rest of their lives together.
I became the second man to woo with,
being a Capitalistic locksmith.