Hidden somewhere in an old oak tree
lies a key which once belonged to me.
An item I lost some time ago
with chance was found by a kindred soul.
The lock which I bore, all rusted and worn,
fell away at your touch; a heart unadorned.
I entrust it to you to keep safe and to hold.
Yours it is now till we've both grown old.
As our time passes, this moment to that,
and despite the distance, we'll know where it's at.
Kept safe and secure by the one I adore,
nestled by yours it remains evermore.