The Search for the Key

The Search for the Key:

I know I said I’d leave,

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

I’m sorry.

I know you said love doesn’t exist,

At least not at this age,

So I’ll be here until you’re ready,

Until you’ve reached that age.

And if at that time

I still love you,       

You’ll know it was real,

You’ll know it was true.

I’ve been hurt so much

By the things you said;

I loved you despite

What in return you fed.

You’ve put up a wall

And hidden in your shell,

You won’t let me in

When I ring the doorbell.

The door is locked,

You’ve locked me out;

You won’t give me the key

Or benefit of the doubt.

You don’t trust me

Even though I’ve said

I’ll never hurt you

Until the end.

I tried to duplicate the key

Through any information I gained;

The keyhole remains

Still locked, but now tear-stained.

I know I said I’d leave.

I couldn’t let you go though.

I’m sorry, I’m still trying,

And day by day my love only grows.

I can’t go on.