True Love II

True love kept knocking,

Then suddenly it stopped.

Listening, the boy heard talking,

Then in tears, he dropped.

He realized it wasn’t a great thing,

Not even love at all.

Just a simple, summer fling,

That vanished with a call.

As he sat there crying,

He thought about the pain.

Then he planned to begin trying

To find his true love, again.

Keeping his door left open wide,

He gave up his shelter against the pain.

He thought he had nothing to hide,

But his heart and mind got cleft in twain.

Giving up, he shut the portal.

Angry, and hurt, he set the lock.

Then he went to heal his mortal

Wounds, but on the door he heard a knock.

The rap was soft, and gentle,

So quiet a whisper could drown out the sound.

It caused the boy to feel sentimental,

Yet he didn’t fly to the door in a bound.

Instead, he ignored it, walking away,

Hoping he imagined the light, subtle tap.

Glancing at the door, he thought he should stay,

Then ran through another in a snap.

Returning to the room, beaten a scarred,

He heard the knocking again, only louder.

Looking back he felt like his soul was marred,

His ego was crushed, and his heart was powder.

Finally he went to the door,

Afraid it would be a face from the past.

He opened the door a crack, then more, and more,

His eyes closed, the door opened at last.

Flinging his eyes open to see,

He held the door in his hand.

Looking in awe, wondering how it could be,

For there she stood like an angel in the sand.

The one person to whom he was close,

Knowing him better than he knew himself.

He suddenly felt incessantly morose,

Closing the door to no one but himself.

He tried to open the door again,

But could never muster the courage.

He felt like he was trapped in a rein.

And he could do nothing to assuage.

Still not hearing a knock.,

He tried to door, realizing in agony

That something set a lock,

For which he had no key.

The he tried to knock, softly at first,

Then louder, and louder it grew.

Feeling it vain, he stopped, thinking the worst.

Then suddenly hope struck anew.

He looked at the handle, and slowly turned it.

Flinging open the door he only saw a shadow.

Grief struck, he began to sit,

Looking up as the shadow began to grow.

Slowly the shadow materialized to maidenhood.

There she stood, as beautiful as a dove.

Finally the boy had understood

That he had found his true love.

December 1996