Closing the Door on Love

Updated on December 20, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

All through the summer,

she kept the door open -

to a love that seemed true.

There was so much wonder,

in this love they shared

and it was sad to see,

that as autumn leaves,

began to fall all around,

it made this love,

seem to change like the seasons

and it made the heart -

begin to wonder.

It was when the first north winds,

began to howl and blow,

that love seemed to die -

as nature went to sleep.

There was nothing to comfort the soul,

nothing to keep the heart from aching

and so she closed the door to love.

Now as snowflakes all silvery and lacy,

fell from a gray and leaden sky,

she often sat at her window,

reflecting on the love,

that she once had,

reflecting on the pain -

when that love died.

She knew that she would wait,

for the first spring crocuses -

to awaken the hope in her heart.

To search for a new love again,

then and only then she’d have the courage -

to open the door to love once more.

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    © 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee


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        Gypsy Rose Lee 9 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you Cynthia. Best wishes to you.

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        Cynthia B Turner 9 months ago from Georgia

        I enjoyed reading your poem, even though the subject of lost love is a sad one. It is certainly a familiar one to most people. There are so many who are unable to hold onto that magic called love and more of us experience the sadness and the pain of the loss, than not.

        Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Take care.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 9 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Hope you all have a wonderful and sunny weekend.

        Thank you Naveen.

        Thank you Manatita.

        Thank you Kara.

        Thank you Kavitha.

        Thank you Phyllis.

        Thank you Bill.

        You welcome Randi.

        Thank you Shaloo.

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        Shaloo Walia 9 months ago from India

        A melancholic poem which ends with hope... Lovely!!!

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        Randi Benlulu 9 months ago from Mesa, AZ

        Sweet and relatable. It can be scary and painful to allow yourself to be vulnerable. Thank you for sharing

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        Bill Holland 9 months ago from Olympia, WA

        Nice metaphor/analogy/comparison...the seasons and the end of love....very nicely written, Rasma!

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        Phyllis Doyle Burns 9 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

        Hi Gypsy. It is sad when love dies - yet there is always hope. Very nicely written and melancholy poem.

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        Kavitha Mendonsa 9 months ago from Mumbai, India

        Hope and courage to love again.... Well said!

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        Kara Skinner 9 months ago from Maine

        Very nice poem! Sad but beautiful.

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        manatita44 9 months ago from london

        At least she left hope. It is so typical of much in life and I guess it can also be applied in an eternal or worldly sense. But yes, your poem speaks of something else, way to go! Nice!

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        Naveen Akshar 9 months ago from Chennai, India

        Beautiful! As love aches and falls like the dark wintry bed, it will surely blossom and groove come spring and summer.

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        Gypsy Rose Lee 9 months ago from Riga, Latvia

        Thank you FlourishAnyway. Sometimes that is the way with love.

        Thank you. It sure does Mike.

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        mckbirdbks 9 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

        Hello Gyspy - Very nice. It takes strength to reopen that door.

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        FlourishAnyway 9 months ago from USA

        It's too bad her love didn't last longer. Very nice poem!