| At My Door
|I stare out the window of my room,
Wondering what you're doing today;
A gentle rapping upon my door,
And I put those thoughts away.
I rise from my bed and open the door,
You stand before me in all your glory;
I question the reality of my senses,
It seems more like a romance story.
Eyes sparkle like the stars of heaven,
Pouty lips of the most ruby red;
Silky hair framing an angelic face,
Your scent makes me light in the head.
Opening my mouth to find some words,
You press, to my lips, a delicate finger;
Wishing nothing to spoil the moment,
Wanting only for this time to linger.
You take my trembling hand in yours,
Guiding me back across the room;
I know that if I kissed you now,
I can escape my never-ending life of gloom.
You take my face in your kind hands,
I close my eyes and pray this time it's true;
But as I lean forward to hold you tight,
You dissolve and my body passes through.
The familiar feeling of free-fall takes hold,
And the realization that you are not here;
I wake with my heart pounding in my chest,
Alone in bed again with my fear.
As I calm down I turn to the window,
And stare like so many times before;
I wonder what you're doing right now,
When there comes a rapping at my door...