Door Number 1

Behind I love you
many doors are closed,

There are rooms of trust and
rooms of wishes,

Glass doorknobs and
wooden carved doors,

Then a room of wallpaper
and former pictures,

A room of empty,
walls of doubt,

Closets of wonder
hangers without

Walls build a house,
love creates a home.

Homes have windows
and birds always return.

There is no nest,
if there is no stand

There is no ocean
without its sand,

Love is a kitchen,
it must be fed.