The key to his heart,
Fluttered on butterfly wings,
Across meadows and pastures,
Oceans and seas.
…
She searched for it,
High and low,
On a magical broom,
She sweeped through.
…
It lay at rest at last,
In the respite of her palms,
With the lock she finally opened,
And tore down his walls.
Wabi Sabi 