My eyes blended into yours
On a bench
Worn with history
Smudged with love
Smeared with some intimacy
Pressed and rolled over with kisses
Lusty eyes have photographed it countless times
In the square under the sun it tans
Content in its place it watches the sun rise and fall
The light of the moon cools its steamy heat
Sparkly cobble stones reflect blue attracting couples
Lip and finger-locked to take a seat
This bench sees no deformities, no ends, and no mysteries
But only cultivates the hearts of lusty, loving Spain
