Love Comes Calling
By Sunnyone
Sometimes when you least expect,a knock comes to your doorYou try hard to ignore it,yes, you’ve heard that knock beforeBut human nature as it is,just had to have a peekIt’s Love, come calling, bringing allthe answers that you seek...And love is not a stranger,she has visited at timesShe harbors certain dangers,certain pains within her rhymesTo some of us, the chance to knowher pleasures still enticeAnd when she calls, she’ll never needknock twice!To open hearts and hopeful minds,she gives her gifts of joyWhich turns an old heart into thatof youthful girl or boyIt’s all right there, within your reach,if only you can seeHer gifts, without conditions,are all free...So, always keep a listen, for Love’s gentle magic knockIt could be any time, because Love knows no tick of clockShe could wear any face, for she’s a Mistress of disguiseYou’ll know her,when you gaze into her eyes...I know this, for not long ago,she knocked upon my doorI opened wide, and let her in,she’d called on me beforeBut this time she had brought a friend,with heart so pure and trueSo, never doubt her motives,when she comes to call on you! Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 03:21 AM PST 0 • 12 • 8
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"Sometimes when you least expect,a knock comes to your doorYou try hard to ignore it,yes, you’ve heard that knock beforeBut human nature as it is,just had to have a peekIt’s Love, come calling, bringing allthe answers that you seek...And love is not a stranger,she has visited at timesShe harbors certain dangers,certain pains within her rhymesTo some of us, the chance to knowher pleasures still enticeAnd when she calls, she’ll never needknock twice!To open hearts and hopeful minds,she gives her gifts of joyWhich turns an old heart into thatof youthful girl or boyIt’s all right there, within your reach,if only you can seeHer gifts, without conditions,are all free...So, always keep a listen, for Love’s gentle magic knockIt could be any time, because Love knows no tick of clockShe could wear any face, for she’s a Mistress of disguiseYou’ll know her,when you gaze into her eyes...I know this, for not long ago,she knocked upon my doorI opened wide, and let her in,she’d called on me beforeBut this time she had brought a friend,with heart so pure and trueSo, never doubt her motives,when she comes to call on you!..."