In a fancy vault I store it
All the elements kept at bay
In that fancy vault I kept it
Locked away
Not watched over by 50 guards
Or kept under lock and key
Not locked by code or keycard
But by serious biometry
Sealed more than once or twice
Secured and enclosed by three
An eye, a palm, and imprinted voice
No more mistakes no other choice
Safe secured impregnable
No one's gotten to it but you
You looked at me and touched my face
and said to me you loved me
An eye, a palm, and imprinted voice
Twas you that possessed all three.
Keats
12 June 2011
