Why do you constantly walk the corridors of my mind opening doors of expressions that I dont want seen,

Emotions that I dont want to escape, smiles I have tucked away and buried, looking into the windows of my soul and looking at the hope that I have painted in the glass panes

Woven into the tapestry of the curtains that hide the happiness inside ...this one particular room is the essence of my inner most wants and desires the stitching so intricate that you would have to put in a lot of patience and effort to see such a magnificent piece.

Please No! not the throne room.... dont open the door the pictures and mirrors reflect pass loves lost, wanted love , requited loves and most of all fears of love..

As you gaze into the mirror which sits across from my throne you see a larger chair sitting a little forward and to the left of mine and you wonder whom it is for.............

The seam of my chair shows skills of such proportion that you are in awe and wonder at who could posess such skill the very fabric is made of my blood sweat tears sorry pain and is brought together so wonderfully by single stitches of joy....

But the other chair which has no owner is stitched with different thread these are made of strength ,endurance , tolerance, patience, loyalty ,honor and joined together by endless love.....

It is for the man that carries the world on his shoulders and his head upon my breast

Why do you walk the corridors of my mind keeping me awake for who can sleep when the doors of thier castle are ajar...