A door made of the finest wood, not a crack to be seen, polished and sturdy.
A key fashioned to fit it's lock, designed without flaw to be inserted perfectly.
A perfect gift for a perfect bride, opened as she saw fit, it began to lose its shine.
With every turn of the key, every push and pull, it withered slowly over time.
Sick and disgusted she hated it so, she unhinged the door and tossed the key.
A finer woman noticed the door, buried in ruins, as for the key she could not see.
She gave up and left it behind, realizing it was just a waste of her time.
There in the pits the door still sits, hopelessly waiting for the one that knows just how this door can be fixed.