The Little Mechanic
Love is the engine that powers our lives.
It runs on the very blood that courses through us,
but can just as quickly bleed us dry.
We inhale and exhale its fumes,
most fragrant,
knowing they can suffocate us in an instant.
The thrum and throb paces our hearts,
which will cease to beat,
if fate misfires.
So we must tinker, and fuss,
to keep the engine of our lives
running smoothly, strong.
Here's to the little mechanic in all of us.
Listen to him when he speaks.
After all, he just wants to help keep
your love running strong.
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