Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Room for Me?

Darling, will you always
Make room for me there?
If I should come knocking
Will you pull out a chair?
And if the long night
Is too silent and still
Could I squeeze in against you
And rest there until
The dew on the garden
Or the gold sunlight seeps
Through half-open shutters
Where we lie asleep?
Or should the spark die
On the cold midnight hearth
Will the spark in your eyes
Twinkle softly with mirth?
Will you push aside gladly
Those things that you touch
To make room for somebody
You love so much?
Oh darling, I think
I should die of despair
If I knocked on your heart
And you no longer cared…

© Janet Martin

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful poem... Love is so amazing. The last 4 lines of your poem can be absolutely painfuly true when we love someone so dearly.


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