The Key

Every heart has a door,
Which guards its lonely tale,
The lock a hidden secret,
The key is not for sale.

The door will open freely,
To those who hold the key,
Its sturdy structure shudders,
At the touch of those who see.

The sentry stands alone,
Waiting for the time,
When the words will reach his ears,
Marked with pace and rhyme.

The solid steely structure,
Holds strong against the fist,
Yet it will open freely,
To the words it can’t resist.

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