Hello my clockwork love
My makeshift passion

I’ve missed you my mechanical masterpiece
In my absence from your grinding gears

Your machinations still excite me
As your springs coil in exertion

The way your pre-industrial age parts move
Drives me to the edge of ecstasy

I watch your wheels in wonder
As they whirl and spin in fascinating rhythm

I love your every bolt
The movement of your belts

The pulleys in your hair catch the light
As you go through another quart of oil

“Chug along” my mechanical doll
Don’t stop for those antique dealers

They don’t know of your true value
The craftsmanship of your inner workings

They only see rusted metals
Not the hand polished alloys within

Fear the digital upgrades that will corrupt you
Hold fast to your analog ways

Glory in the rumble and noise that is you
I will not accept mass produced replicas

It is your age worn access panel that catches my attention
The way you function without batteries

You follow the beaten path of physics
An impressive alternative to battery locomotion

With a click and a clank
You have outlasted the rest

Proving the value of simplicity
Standing up for old fashioned purity

Come and spin your gauges with me
I have a brand new toolbox

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