The Door Poem by Dylan Dutrow

There is no explanation
For they way I feel sitting outside her door.
I feel this incredible sensation
I've waited sixteen long years for.
What is it that draws me to this door?
Is it the warmth that radiates from within
That ignites a fire deep within my body's core?
I've been let inside her door.
She's slammed it in my face.
And yet outside her door seems to be my favorite place.
The memories we shared I cannot seem to erase.
It's like with her I feel this connection.
Sweeter than the sweetest chocolate confection.
When she touches her lips to mine
I can't imagine being anywhere else in the world.
It's like the heavens are sending me a sign.
And in my mind a future with her is unfurled.
She doesn't feel for me as I do for her.
But I hope that one day this will all seem like a blur.
And we would be together
But this time forever.
I know this day if possible is far far away.
But I waited fifteen years for her.
So I can make myself wait a little bit longer,
And pray for that glorious day.