Knocking Love

My heart kept knocking at my breast
To let you in I must confess,
But yet my mind all love did flout
And shamefully there kept you out.
Away I went on journey proud
To quell the clamor of the crowd;
Each time my soul for you did yearn,
The vexing knocking did return.
When finally at home at last,
I did drop by at your behest;
To my surprise, that beating blight
Was muffled well by arms held tight.
Now knowing this, I’m glad to say
That I shall never more so stray;
A warm embrace it seems I’ve found
Can fair allay that knocking sound.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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