Grapeseed
The password was grapeseed she wanted to add a number but she was too careful not wanting then to forget it no she was not thinking rational she was trying to keep her secret. She filed it somewhere wherever it is that she keeps her treasures of her heart and never would reveal it not even if she were tortured she loves her love she has him kept in a heart of love turned from stone to pure sentiment and astonishment she has a full supply she never will run dry he needs it all a shallow bowl holding rain takes the edge off parch. A folding of my wings brought me gently back to earth to search again for love to stumble not to fall to lurch but not to crawl no longer worm in fear but man in love. The password that her lover used was seededgrape to echo hers. Just two lovers still in love.
