A wise man spoke, “The key to your heart is. Elaborate”.

I scribbled on a note card:

The key to my heart is intangible,

But it exists nonetheless.

Belief in such maybe unimaginable,

But this is life’s vigorous test.

Find the spark, the light, the door;

Ablaze, illuminated, ajar;

You knew where to look,

since the day you

were born.

Locked away inside

In tandem this is where both reside.

I leave you now

One question in mind,

Tell me inquisitive one

Where is your tellurian key of life?

A wise man replied, “The truth.”