The Key To a Prince's Heart

She beheld a key in her hands flashing gold; it’s mesmeric glint with double sets of wings and cogs of time It glinted in her hand I stared at it; slack jawed and bedazzled by its beauty I imagined, oh how I imagined I asked her: “Where does it lead to?” And she smiled; a conspirator’s smile maybe a treasure chest or the key to a prince’s heart she giggled, and I smiled. We sat on the porch, late afternoon drinking lemonade in china cups, and just looked upon it. It’s golden hue glinting larger than life beauty The late summer sun enriching the hues "Maybe it’s the key to a door from long ago," I said NO! It’s the key to a prince’s heart; she stated adamantly. I now hold the key to my door, and think back to that afternoon So long ago, and wonder if she ever found her prince…