The Key

A key to a door that will never be opened.

When I was young

I held this Key.  

Forged by the love,

of the dream,

of you and me.

It wasn't much later

that I made you smile,

and words like,

you and I,

became synonymous for awhile.

And after a year

our lips could be seen pressed.

Our friends,

were confused,

"Who would've guessed".

But our heat subsides;

like all good things end.

And when you leave

I wonder,

just how I will fend.

Because you left me alone,

at this door so fair.

And now a key

to Our future,

I alone must bear.

Author's Note

Trying some rhyming, not really my thing.

Reviews

[Addy]

I love the rhyming you attempted. Good job. This is beautiful. True young love is rare and beautiful, and you captured it well.

[Cherrie Palmer]

beautiful, is the first thing that comes to mind - there is nothing more pure than young love or lasting.