Random Thoughts
To every heart there is a key. A combination of words like to the cave of Alibaba. To the mines of Moria. You just have to prove you see beyond the shell and pretense who the person really is inside. It can’t be guessed. It can’t be a lie. You have to see it to receive the words. Often times they won’t know it of themselves till the magic words are spoken
In a land of shadows, where secrets dwell,
Lived a maiden cursed by a witch’s spell.
Her heart, once free, now locked away tight,
Hidden from love, lost to the night.
Her lover, brave, with eyes so keen,
Saw beyond what others had seen.
He knew her soul, her hidden grace,
Yet could not reach that sacred place.
The witch had whispered, dark and sly,
“A heart like hers, no words can pry.
Only the truth, not guess nor plea,
Can find the lock’s one hidden key.”
And so he set out, far and wide,
With hope his only faithful guide.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Under starlit nights and stormy sky.
He spoke to sages, asked the wise,
Searched in scrolls and ancient lies.
In every word, he sought the sound
To break her curse, her heart unbound.
He learned of doors, of caves and mines,
Of magic words and hidden signs.
Of keys that fit not forged by hand,
But by the soul that dares to understand.
Years went by, but still he roamed,
A wanderer without a home.
His heart grew weary, but his love stayed true,
For he knew his quest was long overdue.
Until one day, he crossed a glen,
And found her there, alone again.
She looked at him, her eyes so cold,
Her spirit bound by magic old.
But something sparked — a gentle flame,
As he called her by her truest name.
Not the name she’d worn like a cloak so tight,
But the name he’d known in his soul’s own light.
He spoke of dreams and tales untold,
Of the girl she was, so fierce and bold.
Of fears she hid, of joy denied,
Of the self she’d buried deep inside.
And with each word, a lock gave way,
The spell grew weak, began to fray.
’Til at last, her heart broke free,
Unlocked by words, her soul’s true key.
For every heart, there is a phrase,
A sacred truth that clears the haze.
A map that only love can see,
To lead it home, to set it free.
And so they stood, their spirits bare,
Their souls entwined, a perfect pair.
For he had traveled far to learn,
That words alone can make hearts turn.
So heed this tale, and know it’s true —
To every heart, a key shines through.
Not guessed, nor lied, nor won with ease,
But seen by those who seek to please.
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