Women sometimes say
The ones with the highest walls
Have the deepest love
Sadly the irony of it all is
Walls that are meant to keep out
Often keep you in.
When it comes to you
I might believe in such things
Provided love is inside
But I hold the belief
Love is a lighthouse you shine
Guiding me from a restless sea.
There are always possibilities
When you find an open door
Oh there is a way in and out
Love is a bridge, too
Two can cross and join hands
And seal the breach that separates.
So let me take the time
To say what I truly know because
You are what I feel
Only you can turn the key
Make a way to let me in
So love has a place to stay.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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