Love's Door

Never has a heart
gone through so much.

But I leave the door open,
reluctant to shut it.

When I looked into her eyes
it slams, as it closes.

In hand I had Posey's
she didn't like roses.

My heartfelt tears
caused the hinges to rust.

Then the frame burn down
from the flames of my lust.

That door once open
no longer exist.

Its now rubbish and dust
in a shallow ditch.