She

A lock always needs a key to open,

My lock needs a key.

A key to open my heart.

My heart is lacking of her.

Her beauty is unbearable.

When I see her I feel choked up.

But she tells me to relax.

So I listen for every chance to hear her voice.

It sounded so subtle but yet so perfect.

Insecure she is,

Well at least she thinks so.

She said I complete her,

And she completes me.

I found her

She is my key.

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