And So, I Closed the Door…..

Long ago, I loved a boy

Our love was the stuff of dreams.

He loved me, too, and told me so,

Every minute, or so it seems.

Our parents did not approve,

They wanted us to be apart.

His parents sent him away to school, 

And broke my teenage heart.

He wrote for awhile, faithfully

And then he wrote no more.

I had to think he didn’t love me,

And so I closed the door.

I cleaned out the attic and found a box

Full of unopened letters from him.

Mailed to me, at least twice a week

Hidden away in the attic dim.

Romeo and Juliette

Was no more of a tragedy

Than keeping his love letters

From ever coming to me.

Denied the knowledge of his loving words

I thought he had forgotten me.

I moved on to other loves

And thought it was meant to be.

Why did these precious letters

Show up long after my teenage years?

Where were they when we were in love

And why do they bring me tears?

A love that was lost is precious

It grows inside my mind

Out of proportion to reality

Into something undefined.

Was it really so wonderful?

Could he have been my one true love?

Did we possess something special?

Was it like a hand in a glove?

I thought that I would never know

Until the doorbell rang;

I opened the door, there he stood

Suddenly, my heart sang.

He looked at me with loving eyes

He smiled from ear to ear.

I came to ask your parents

Where I might find you, Dear.

Just then a curly-headed little boy

Looked up at him and said “hi”

Yes, my love, this is my son,

Our time together has passed us by.

Still smiling faintly, he looked at me

I could feel my poor heart melt

For walking away, down the front steps

Was the greatest love I ever felt.