Open The Door Poem by Olawale Oluwole

I have beheld a thousand birds,
Yet none as regal as the peacock's plume.
I have seen serpents countless,
But none as fair as the jeweled snake,
Draped in velvet, moving with divine grace.

Of flowers, many grace my eyes,
Yet none as tender, sweet, and rare
As the rose, whose color and perfume
Whisper the mysteries of love itself.

O, you, my dearest, surpass all wonders.
In your presence, God's secrets unfold;
In your gaze, eternity lingers.
Your skin, a twilight of dark and light;
Your stride, poetry in motion;
Your smile, the silver dawn that wakes my heart.

Love is no shallow jest,
But the forge that shapes tomorrow.
And though petals fall,
I shall not turn aside;
I shall tend the roots of your soul,
Reveal the gifts hidden by heaven.

Open, beloved, the door I have sought,
And let me dwell within your heart,
For without you, all else is but shadow.