Composed On Nqobile's Hand

I can't ignore this knock no more
It's weary cry fills me deep,
Enticing my pulse with every tear
While it's gentle pang kills me dear.

And so I gasp to hold your hands
And so the knock takes new heights.
It churns my stomach it kills my speech
And with every blow growing nearer to each

It rapidly runs rigorously ranting and raving.
I fear like a child but stand like a man,
I grasp the knob with all my fears
And I summon a coy from yester years

"What badger lurks beyond this door?"
"Tis a guest my dear unknown to you,
My menhir visits from her nook,
She comes to love she comes to you."