Unique loops and whorls, an artist's secret signature, leaving invisible autographs on everything we touch.

I’m flat on the floor where your toes like to chat, You stretch and you bend, I’m your . What am I?

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