Lock Heart

Walk a tightrope,

Or Lock your heart.

Balance in life,

Is a difficult art.

Love can bind,

Or set you free.

The choice is yours,

A bird or tree.

See that heart,

Hung out to dry.

But be thou careful,

When you do pry.

Pursed like lips,

Hiding a secret,

Forever in a trance,

As if an egret.

Locked in forever,

Name of the lover.

Love is a spirit

You drink, yet be sober.

Rope tied tight,

With a Gordian knot.

Love is the same,

All comes to naught.

No Alexander will

Solve the puzzle.

Vain all attempts,

Vain all struggle.

Seldom do we find

Such a riddle,

With which we can 

Just sit and cuddle.

Shackles are broken,

When we do see,

That love is the lock,

And love is the key.