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There is a stranger,
There is a stranger,
at my door.
A gentle tapping, tapping;
With force to pin me
to my floor.
I've heard this stranger,
a time before.
I lie and listen-
tapping, still.
Never before have I
opened that door.
I dread this stranger,
all the more.
I think not,
I am not-
I do not know.
For though my light was off,
Love,
has found my home.
at my door.
A gentle tapping, tapping;
With force to pin me
to my floor.
I've heard this stranger,
a time before.
I lie and listen-
tapping, still.
Never before have I
opened that door.
I dread this stranger,
all the more.
I think not,
I am not-
I do not know.
For though my light was off,
Love,
has found my home.
Published 29th Mar 2020
Author's Note
I do not get emotionally invested easily. But after only having one date, I found myself in a constant state of introspection, for I knew not the words to describe such an internal reaction. This was all I could do to express.
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