key

If only my heart had only ever had but one door,
Then I would have only, ever, bid you to enter,
Then, surely, I would have thrown the key into the middle of the ocean,
So that you could have never left, ever.

"Ah my beloved, how foolish you still are
For I came not cos you called or for you so desired
I came as my own keeper for it was right to do so
and surely I have indeed left; but not through your desperate door"

then foolish I am indeed to have given credence to us

"No my beloved, foolish is he who believes that he can hold what he has not learnt to see. Impetuous and jealous are you "