Her House

Is it possible to write a poem about 'her house' or at least some rhyme? Let's give it a try. I have no story in mind.

Her house
Is not in the middle of the street
Indeed,
Her house
Is at the end of the road
At the end of the world
Not a single soul
Will pay her a visit.

Could be they forgot
About her
Her house
Is that why no one knows
If she's still alive
And label the house
Her house
For a haunted place?

She died, said the postman
I'm sure
Her house
Well, she is no longer
Alive
Her house

It's the sarcophagi of the one
Who passed away long ago
Long before
I visited it
Her house
With a letter from abroad

I rang
No one answered
The door of
Her house
Remained closed
The roses covered
That house
From head to toe.

Was it true I would like to know
Why not go over
That house
A place once loved, cherished
Her house
Now left and abandoned
Why?

I drove the road
Till the end
The sun shone
Roses bloomed
I noticed
The window was open.

Come in young man,
A friendly voice
Inviting
It was the sound
An angel's voice

I didn't hesitate
The door of
Her house
Opened
I stepped inside
A delicious smell
Welcomed me

There you are, she said
And smiled
The house
And I waited
Finally, you are here

I felt
I found my destiny in
Her house
The house
That closed behind me.

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7-3-2024
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