The Key to My Heart

The key to my heart…

I’ve always thought

Would present itself in one part;

Yet the mechanism I sought

Could not be found in love

And appeared in the image of loss,

The center of

My heart across.

I see there a scar so deep

When with reborn eyes I peep

To find the curse of me now known

Which haunts me in my mind alone –

For the key I looked to find

Came not in the kind

Of form I longed

And to no love belonged.

Instead the key proved fatal.

For I learned that I never shall

Find that love which I so wanted.

For the key to my heart is broken.

The key to my heart is lost.

The key to my heart fails.