The Door
The heart is a rich, oak door
Locked from the inside out
Love is a living, passionate wind
Touching the door but lacking the key
You see, I locked the door before to keep from the robbers and rain
Every time I hear the wind, I am sure one will come in
So I pull the door tighter. Safe but in chains
Hurting I am, though there is no one to blame
So I unlock the door. Step back. I am frightened.
Push it some more, now my heart becomes lightened
I have let myself free—a true act of love
A place of love so obscure, yet pure as a dove
The threshold is crossed. All or nothing response
Love is electric—impossible to contain
Even if you push me back to that rich, oak door
I will never allow myself to be trapped as I was before
I tell you because I love you
And trust you with my life
But my life is not yours to take nor is yours mine to keep
We are one yet two, both equal. We exist in harmony
Please remain yourself: open, clear and free
Don't allow me to lock you in your door and please do not lock me
Find love within yourself. Remain electric and constant like the mind's biology
For if you go searching for an external energy, you are just a man made battery
I love you. And because I love you
I won't push you toward the door
I won't be the robber or the rain
But I will unlock the door and let my heart pour
Because I have everything to gain