Your Door~

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    Your Door~

    Your Door

    Here I am
    Standing at your door
    I've thought about this moment
    A thousand times before
    And I've been waiting
    For your answer
    Those three words
    You know I want to hear

    You have no idea
    What you mean to me
    You have no idea
    What you've done for me

    So here I am
    Standing at the door

    Of your Loving heart
    Praying that you'll open it.

    It’s very cold outside….
    Don't leave me here in the cold
    I'll keep waiting

    Until you will not open it.

    If you ‘ll not open,

     I’ll die outside Your door

    What will you find?

    Only the death bodies of

    My broken Dreams, I saw for you…

    The crying wet air….

    With all my tears….

    Only you ‘ll find

    The body is alive

    Without  a living soul

    & you ‘ll find nothing more

    So, I am waiting 4u

    That you ‘ll open the door….


    Waiting for your answer

    Waiting when will you

    Open the door…?

    & will  say me

    You know I want to hear
    Those three words

     

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.