Past lonely long years she hears knocks on door,
Too late the night slept when dreaming asnore,
The heart tells her, ‘wake up it is no dream,
‘Head tells: him that made thine life ghost-like grim’:
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'In hopes to see him in my dream'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you indeed, Edward Louis for reading/commenting on this 2009 poem.
She felt happy at her sweet little plight, Her heart heaved as knocks heightened at the door, As she rushed to open the door that night, In dying hours when night was night no more........touching expression with lofty theme. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared. Thank you.
Thank you also, you have an eye for good poems.