It was a key unlike others she had seen
It glowed in her hand
Sparkled in her fingers.
Could it be what unlocked her heart?
She had found it difficult to
Entertain thoughts of love.
The knight Anton had asked her to the ball
But she immediately spurned his overtures.
She contemplated the fair-headed young man
Who spoke simply, had no airs or graces,
He was as she imagined a good man to be.
Why was she unable to respond to him?
The key suddenly tingled in her grasp
It sent her a confidence she’d not felt before.
She was glad she had asked the knight Anton
To return his visit.