To Love Again...

Trapped, in a cycle repetitious in action
Never realizing or feeling true love from the heart
Each day, routines play out
Until, one day, wee early morning,
Draft fills the air, my eyes are distorted but clear in sight
Imagery of one so pure, so lovable
Breaks my iris, a seal removed,
A key inserted into this rusted repository of my heart
I'm dusted, polished, and displayed by the words you speak;
Your smile, brings the morning sunshine that re-ignites
A feeling to be alive
To Love Again...
'This is my story, I am ready!'