A Knock On Your Door Late At Night Poem by Sam Pendlebury

A knock on your door late at night
Don't be alarmed or of fright
Just stoped by for a quick hug,
From arm's that held me so tight
On cold winter night's
Well since I'm here, those lips do look kind of nice,
Maybe a kiss or two, from your soft tender lips
That still I feel pressed to mine
What's that you say, Oh dear
I could never forget your cute little ears
In which I would whisper, left or right
I love you, I need you, won't you be mine