Love is the cage and the cage is closed and the door is locked and nobody’s home.

A closed window isn't as efficient as a locked window.

But alas the door remained locked.

It was locked up. Nobody had a key to it, so I had to get a locksmith to come in and unlock it.

Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.

Although it may be unused, the front door continues to appeal to our sense arrival. Call it the ceremony of coming home.