For I come knocking once more
To write of beauty and love galore
And should I surrender all my days
I’ll keep searching for that perfect phrase
When writing of your splendid ways
I will never be short or terse
As I navigate each delicate verse
And until my wits are fatigued
I’ll write of how I’m intrigued
That love opens hearts and sets them free
Then locks them up and makes them bleed
When my love is lost in silence
Let these subtle words be your guidance
Break your heart away from shyness
Grow with a love that is timeless
And everyday my love for you
Will be fresh as the morning dew
Beautiful as dust from a butterfly’s wings
Richer than queens and kings
Of that there can be no doubt
And whether it be during flood or drought
My love will never burn out
Our two hearts always in tune
Like the oceans and the moon
And the hotter days late in June
When you haven’t that much to do
Take these words from their shelf
And read them over for yourself
Writing of our love is never a bore
Nothing about it is a chore
For I come knocking once more
