Your Hearts Door
Like Edgar Allen Poe's story, "The Raven," I'm tapping, rapping at your hearts door.
The warmth of your love is my haven, and I'm dying to explore the feelings I've tried so
hard to ignore.
It's a mystery that the love continues to remain, even after all these years.
If you look at our history, it was never plagued by pain, so why all the fears?
Even Ray Charles can see, that what we share is one in a trillion.
If you look inside me, you'll see a thousand prayers or maybe it's more like a million!
But I've prayed it wasn't too late, but I patiently wait, as I ring your hearts doorbell.
I pray you allow our hearts to communicate, for after all these years I'm still under your
spell!
No need to be unsure, you know my love is pure, so allow me to travel your hearts corridor.
You're my ailing hearts cure, and as I make you feel secure, just never close your hearts
door!!
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