The rusted padlock

 

The heavy, rusted padlock,

Its key missing,

Hanging on an old massive door

of a dark chamber,

Hiding an ever-shut, secretive vault,

Spooky.

 

Once it was a golden kiss-lock,

Would snap open with spring,

Would snap down

and close upon the previous season.

 

And before that

it was all open,

No lock,

Just an open secret of love.