Only She Holds a Key

There is a place in my mind,
behind a barred door,
and only she holds a key.
The muse of my heart,
on wings of subtlety.
Try as I might,
to capture her and hold her close,
she escapes my every effort
with graceful ease,
only to return again
when I expect it the least.

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