The Door - Poem by Leslie Alexis
The hand life gave to me
Was not one of happiness,
I had put my heart out to love,
But love kept it mesmerized,
So, I decided to break all ties,
Close my eyes,
And love no more -
For my heart was sore.
But the winds did change,
And on that faithful day -
You knocked on my door.
I saw you, and felt a thump.
But I looked through the peep-hole,
Then I slightly cracked the door:
Based on My heartbreaks;
I was just not sure.
But, I started to love,
And love a little more.
All the time, keeping my hands on the door.
And now, time has passed -
I've knocked down the door;
In its part, I've put up and arch -
Now you have direct access to my heart
So now I can say, my heart found love at last:
The love I found in you -
I know it is true.
Lady, I want you to know,
I'll forever remember your knock on my door
You restored love to a dying heart.
I love again, something I never thought would be
Yet, in you my love roams free.
Lady, I want you to know:
My heart beats one beat to live,
And the other to love you!
In this, I'm sincere and true
Copyright © 2007 Leslie Alexis
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