An entryway, a portal of sorts, I can be high security, or just a slight annoyance. It really depends on your budget you see, I can even be coded, one two three.

As a symbol of love, I grace bridges around the world. I also guard your possessions with my one arm curled.

when the sun is long gone and others sleep, I'm here wide awake but won't make a peep, I'm also measured in three, but in the quiet of night is when things roam free

I stand on the roof but never take a leap. I swallow black clouds, yet I do not eat. In winter I breathe, in summer I sleep. What am I?

A canvas carrier, secrets to hold, Filled with whispers, tales yet untold. Journey afar, fate in its fold, Through rain or shine, stories unfold.