Many moons ago
I hath locked aroint my love and emotions,
in the depth of my being.
Perchance on the morrow there would dawn a solution,
a solution to this heavy some woe I hold.
Alas,
to no prevail,
I was lost.
My will doth decide to become my foe.
Until thee came wither withal the answer.
Thou held the key,
the key to my heart