she walked up

she came back down

don’t know where her heart is going

where is she going?

she walked up

but climbing down

way down so low

her eyes were looking for a golden key

she couldn’t find it

until she ended up at the one of the stairwells

she saw a broad handsome complexion

just glancing at her

with a golden key in hand

a bright smile lit up

gracefully walking towards her

it was her prince, her debonair prince

with a golden key in his brown hand

he unlock and open her heart

and let the beautiful fairytales begin

cos she loves him

and yet, she thank God he loves her too………..


J. Andrew Lockhart said...


Don Iannone said...

Kai: Lovely story. The stairwell is a powerful symbol in life. Our house is on one floor -- no stairs to climb.

polona said...

ah, you are such a romantic!

floots said...

always good to follow the heart - even when it climbs stairs
i like this kai
thank you

Kai C. said...


Anonymous said...

Beautiful symbolism, ppbfly.