On the Door
On the door...
Where it all began
You smile and I did too
We shakehands in two
On the door...
You opened gently wide
I enter past your side
My gaze around glide
On the door...
You lean and watch
Dashing sometimes to catch
Hands up to extend much
On the door..
We waited for minutes long
Careful not to commit wrong
Concern and care, I see along
On the door...
Finally, the beginning of end
Of the night, noting any offense
Don't query, things not heavy but dense
by: olive_eloi
11:35am
01/20/2014
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door..
they are anywhere..
When open maybe brings anew..
When half close maybe it haunts you
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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