Serena Malcolm

Across the river Seine,
In a city called Paris,
A wall of love was raised,
Forged by lock and key,
Promises were made,
By sweethearts passing by,
Indulging in a moment
that’s now frozen for all time.

Couples who dared to dream
that they’d forever be,
Left these transitory hopes
for all the world to see;
Sentimental, set in metal,
Inscribed with saccharine vows.

I just can’t help but wonder where
these lovers are right now…