Forever Closed

You didn’t know it, and I didn’t know it too.
We were butterflies sipping the nectars of life.
The whole garden lay before us, beckoning,
tempting, alluring, in colorful abandon.
How strange it is that where so many abound,
only one unknowingly has the key to your lock.
And how strange it is that where so many abound,
You know not whose lock you can open.
Blinded by the sights, the sounds, the smells,
We kept looking and looking, but never saw.
You are still seeking the key to your lock,
but I sit here, alone in the darkness of my knowledge.
My heart will never be opened