The Shop

My heart is a shop,
I give love inside,
All the canisters filled;
All the shelves stocked high.
So I open the door,
And see people pass;
But no one comes in,
They just look through the glass

My shop is so lonely,
For my stock is alive;
All the canisters bursting,
Still people pass by

The shop I now close,
Then break into tears;
For no one's come in,
Through these many years.

The shop is still closed,
All the stock on shelves;
All the canisters kept,
Alone; To myself

Until the day,
Someone knocks on my door.
To take all my stock,
And empty my store