Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to..." ~The Thief, Brooke Fraser
There is something so romantic about a key.
I have held a certain love for them for quite some time.
I wear them about my neck and in my ears in many pieces of jewelry, holding them quite close to my heart.
Yes, it might be just a scrap or two of old bits of metal, melted down and molded into a device for opening a door.
But even still...
Perhaps it is only the silly, foolish romantic in me that find some sort of delicacy in something so humble and insignificant...
... but there is a power to this tiny object.
It is one of kind.
A small, delicate kind of object.
There is such a strength behind something so small...seemingly innocent and fragile.
A key has the power to reveal that which is hidden...
...to find what has been lost...
...to capture a moment forever behind a door, or to free something held captive for far too long.
Keys can do much as much damage as they can do good.
So guard your keys closely...
...or else a thief will come and steal your heart away.
He will unlock your secrets, and hold your treasures.
...but perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
There is a romance to be found in keys...
...and it comes when your heart has been stolen away.