If in your search for love

you pass by the door to my emotions,

please knock

I may let you in.

For I too am searching

and although I stay inside my door

I am peeking out the windows.

I may appear to be afraid to come out

or indifferent.

But that’s only because I’m afraid

of having the clouds fall on my head

or having my feet stepped on.

The fortress I’ve built around me

is only made of snow

and may melt or be torn down.

If only you’ll take the time

to teach me of trust and love.