Your Door
No garish handle,
Nor bell of ornate whimsy,
Protrude this seamless portal.
Dreams warmed in fate’s embrace,
Infuse a passioned labyrinth
The heart of my love,
Opened only from within.
A fathomless mystery;
Serenaded softly, from whispered soul
just now - ajar.
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2014
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