AngieDoogles
08-09-2007, 09:11 AM
The Box
In my hands
I hold a Box
Neatly packaged
Tightly wrapped
Securing, defending,
Protecting its contents
from unwelcome intruders.
And then you came
And I let you see my Box
So plain, so simple
Utterly uninviting.
But curiosity and compassion
Fueled your desire
To unveil its contents.
With great difficulty
You untied the tangled bow.
My heart beat faster
But you continued on.
Gently but with strong determination
You tore away the dull paper.
You were shocked to see
A metal lock box
Yet another obstacle in your way
But you wouldn't give up.
I could see the determination
In your soft eyes.
I knew you understood
As I felt tears upon my cheeks.
I waited quietly
As you tried
Combination after combination
Without success;
Yet you kept trying.
It seemed an eternity passed
Before the lock clicked open.
I had never felt
Such intense fear
In all of my life.
Carefully you removed the thorns
The nails and the needles;
My last line of defense.
My secrets were before you,
Would you run away now?
I scanned your eyes
For any clues to what
You were feeling
But all I could see
In the tide of blue
Was your deep and unending
Love.
In my hands
I hold a Box
Neatly packaged
Tightly wrapped
Securing, defending,
Protecting its contents
from unwelcome intruders.
And then you came
And I let you see my Box
So plain, so simple
Utterly uninviting.
But curiosity and compassion
Fueled your desire
To unveil its contents.
With great difficulty
You untied the tangled bow.
My heart beat faster
But you continued on.
Gently but with strong determination
You tore away the dull paper.
You were shocked to see
A metal lock box
Yet another obstacle in your way
But you wouldn't give up.
I could see the determination
In your soft eyes.
I knew you understood
As I felt tears upon my cheeks.
I waited quietly
As you tried
Combination after combination
Without success;
Yet you kept trying.
It seemed an eternity passed
Before the lock clicked open.
I had never felt
Such intense fear
In all of my life.
Carefully you removed the thorns
The nails and the needles;
My last line of defense.
My secrets were before you,
Would you run away now?
I scanned your eyes
For any clues to what
You were feeling
But all I could see
In the tide of blue
Was your deep and unending
Love.