Analysis of The secret of the locked box.

The secret locked box.

As I look upon you, I can see this power that no woman can possess, or it would put her to rest. In your eyes that sparkle wide and your golden hair that blows in the cool summer breeze, I can see. I can smell the scent of apple blossoms on your sleeves. What I do see is the amaranth, a flower tucked behind your ear; it's never fades or grows old; it's so rare; it's never bought or sold. That's your secret, I know. If the flower is stolen, you lose your soul, and you will fade and grow old. So you'll keep it locked up in the secret box. What you don't know is that I have the key to the lock, and I have that power. To make you or break you in the palm of my hand. You better understand.