Love’s Room Revisited
I knocked on the door
Though I don’t know why
In the past when I came here
I was always alone
To drop off a memory
Or a bottle of tears
In this room that was penned
for us in a poem
I pulled out the key
To your heart that I hold
Molded from metal
Where love fires have burned
Yet the keyhole all rusty
From not being used
With a stiff click
The tumblers were turned
A squeak of the knob
A groan from the hinge
A lean of the shoulder
Threw open the door
Particles dancing
On a single sunbeam
A puff of dust rising
Like a ghost from the floor
I stood in the doorway
Frozen in time
How long had it been?
Still peering inside
But the light was too dim
For the curtains were drawn
Was this the same room
Where our love did abide?
I stepped to the window
And pulled back the shades
As Sunshine streamed in
I turned slowly around
A calmness washed over me
Yes .. this was the room
Comfy and cozy
Where our love is found
It needed a little dusting
The pillows a little fluffing
The sheets a little tucking
Some tender love and care
I opened the window
To the sound of birds singing
The smell of Spring flowers
A breath of fresh air
I tidied things up
Then kicked off my shoes
Laid back on the cushions
My loving chores done
Looking around
I made a quiet vow
To return here more often
Where our love had begun
I left kisses for my lady
In hopes she drops by
Even hung a new feeling
A soft embrace or two
Took home a little warmth
To share one lazy morning
A dose of passion to entice her
For a loving “rendezvous”
With a hammer of hope
And a chisel of chance
Are stanzas carved to guide you
As you dream your way back
Just look for the stone
From this heart your love melted
Hung on the doorway
As this simple plaque:
“Decorated with desire
Furnished with fondness
Built on a foundation
Of togetherness and trust
These walls made from want
Support a roof of reminisces
Nailed with the passion
Of longing and lust”
“So do come in
And linger awhile
All of your troubles
Will go away soon
The lock has been oiled
The hinges are greased
There’s even a vase
Where fresh flowers bloom
You can always revisit
Stay as long as you wish
My Dear you are welcome
In Our Love’s Room”
John snelling
11:06:20
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