On one stormy night
On one stormy night
My love shall knock at your locked door
Pleading, anchoring at your shore
On that stormy night.
On that stormy night
My love will stand aloof, apart,
And you will see its wounded heart
Pulsating in plight.
And you’ll see that night
My bleeding wound, all soaked in love,
Reciprocated nor requited,
Gasping in its plight.
And in the morning
When you wake, out of cosy bed,
My love, all bled and all but dead,
You’ll see departing far above.
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Musings |26.01.2025| love, night
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