Only a fool would walk away thrice.
But then, you've been foolish before.
Your love never stays, so why am I here,
Again, waiting at your door?
Some time ago, you showed me a key.
It was the key to all of my dreams.
Having it meant I could open your heart
And draw it in closer to me.
So what of that key, could it be
In a painful rage you tossed it aside?
Vowing that never again in your heart
Would another woman abide.
Open your eyes, that was never me.
It's your love I've been longing for.
Your the key master now, so make me a key.
Its cold outside this door.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the comforter has come he shall abide with you forever, .. With us and will be. God bless you