Your heart is like a door

Labeled as room number four

I knock a few times and tried

Opening but into it I was tied.

How does it feels like to be hooked?

Into a door of a heart you never took

But did it anyway

Without opening by the way.

It seems impossible

But from the start it was never possible

It's a fake cry of the king

As he yearns for his queen.

How many exactly are his queens?

Only one, but there are many teens.

Troublesome to find out

If you're really the one he tries to scout.

Sad is the mourning doorknob

Unlocked endlessly by a mob

Not one but many tries to unlock

The innocent door with no luck.

Yet only one can open it wide

Not unlock but only slide

Then the door is locked again,

Never to be opened in effortless vain.

Yanked and barraged,

A fast accelerating carriage

Is rammed and thrown,

To win the king with a throne.

Yet the entrance remained unscathed

With its own gravity unmanned

Only the 'one' can enter

Without force, just tether.

The lonely king surrounded by fake doors

Produced by him, who was afraid of storms

So he can see who will open the real door

Which is by his side, number four.

With his unwavering gaze

Everyone is attracted but dazed

To see such with a strong resolve

So they tried themselves to solve.

Many did, one by one

Successful, with the record none.

Nevertheless, he waited

Until his personality fainted.

But then, no one had opened the door, which is the entrance to his heart.