Hunt for love and trust

I start down a path I have never traveled 

before,

taking the steps nervously I come across a closed

door.

Testing the door to see if it's locked, the knob is hot to the

touch,

a warm glow envelopes my heart the feeling is too

much.

opening the door like opening the heart I allow someone to come

in,

watching the person closely for the first few steps still protecting

myself from sin.

Walking through the house a second door is open it's the room of hurt

and pain,

seeing the tightness the person steps back and closes the door 

again.

The third door is easier for the feelings run 

high,

the laughter rings out goodness fills the

sky.

The fourth door is locked keeping the stranger 

out,

he wants to raise his fist to the air he wants to

shout.

but a stillness envelopes him for he knows what the room

holds,

it's the treasure he's hunted, it's not silver nor

gold.

The treasure is trust and love, the only two emotions that can not be

taken,

they are the emotions which he can only receive if i choose to do the

giving

back