The keeper's heart revised

Love does not always end with happy endings

I enter in the doors, of 

the library of my past

taking in the view, of 

the records amassed

Archived in the books, are

thoughts and actions

that tell of me, and

all my interactions

Browsing the shelves, I

scan the labels

eyes resting on one, I

wish were among fables 

The binding is new, for

the memory is recent 

tears dampen my cheeks,for

love indecent

I take down the book, and 

open the cover 

I begin to read, the 

history of me and a lover

I once held a treasure

long enough to be a desire

for in it, I had pleasure

something, I longed to acquire

Reclaimed, was the treasure

by the keeper, retaken

to be guarded by her

until retook or forsaken

In a temple it rested

situated on Mt. Turmoil

a mountian, trials infested

to prevent the despoil

of the treasure contested

Mt. Turmoil's mercy, found

a man of pure heart

his heart was made sound, by 

love profound

A passageway opened, to 

this man of pure heart

for the mountian knew

the Keeper would impart

to this man, her heart

The man with pure heart, took

the opened pathway

and reached the mountain top 

to find a keeper in disarray

For she knew not whom,

she would give her heart 

for there was another,

her heart she did once impart

they both appeared 

before the keeper's temple

her heart enshrined

within the golden vessel

She chose the man

with the impure soul 

the pure in heart 

he was left unwhole

For he gave his all

for the one above

but left the mountain 

leaving behind his love

for not all love stories 

have happy endings

for this one ended

im in search of new beginnings