Are You the Door

Written by: William Crocker

The union of love is complete . . . The moment of passion is gone . . . She lies in my arms And tenderly, Her fingers move across my skin. It is then That a greater love Mysteriously Is revealed. Her soul And Mine Mingle and move together Like the mists in the trees by the river. . . . Silently . . . The fusion of spirits takes place In a world without words . . . The holding The gentle whispers The brushing of tender lips, Blending our souls into one. Sweet passion, Are you the door?