She stands by the door, <br />She, my beautiful wife, <br />stands there with love, <br />waiting for the word, waiting to open- <br />the house <br />as she did her heart. <br /> <br />She has such a big heart- <br />Loving me- even as she moves her hands towards the door. <br />Yet, she ponders on letting me into the house. <br />It's just a wish, in reality, she's not my wife. <br />I've been requesting, to the thought of us, she would slowly open- <br />Or give-in. She is my love. <br /> <br />What won't I do for love? <br />She has stolen my heart. <br />I wonder why she is taking so long to open <br />the door? <br />Oh my wife, beautiful wife <br />Trust me, love me, and let me into your house. <br /> <br />She has a lovely house. <br />She built it as she does everything - with love. <br />Oh, she must be my wife. <br />Slowly it may be, but surely, I will have her heart. <br />I love her from outside- behind the door. <br />Oh, my wife please open, open- <br /> <br />to me. When will she trust me - when will she love me - when will she open- <br />Her house- <br />open her door <br />so as to love? <br />When would her heart <br />See that- Yes, I am her husband and she is my wife? <br /> <br />Aww, just the thought of her being my wife, <br />and I'm taken to a world afar, wild and open. <br />In this world I have her heart! <br />We are alone in this world, and it is our house. <br />Day by day, we live in love. <br />It's a lovely world: this world has no doors. I hate that door. <br /> <br />I love my wife. <br />In this world with no closed doors and no door to open. <br />I hate doors. A door blocks my entrance into her house - into her heart. <br /> <br />Copyright 2009 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-doors/
