The Black Door.

It’s already closed, with three padlocks,

Riveted tight on the black door.

Your parents, they’re so jealous,

Afraid I’ll steal your heart once more.

They must think that being locked away

Will make your love for me decay,

But a hundred locks won’t keep us apart,

Because love is a key that opens the heart.

The door cannot bear the blame,

For the tears you cry inside.

You love me, and I love you,

This black door is just a pride.

Hahaha, strawberry sweet,

Tell your parents, oh, what a feat!

What if they never enjoyed love’s light?

If they truly loved each other right.

They closed the door, but it doesn’t define,

The love we share that’s truly divine.

You can shut, but you can’t bind,

The essence of hearts that are intertwined.

The door cannot bear the blame,

For the tears you cry inside.

You love me, and I love you,

This black door is just a pride.

Locked away from the world outside,

But my love won’t wane, won’t hide.

Let them try, they won’t succeed,

For love is a fire that knows no seeds.

So dry your eyes, let go of despair,

For no door can stop a love that’s rare.

You love me, and I love you,

This black door, it’s just a view.