At Least You're At Her Door. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

At Least You're At Her Door.



It's hard to teach a love your love.
One rock can't roll another.
Fate not time's the one device
That can soften, but not cut Her.

Now wait, you, patiently forever
And never ask for more.
Life might drown your knocking out,
But at least you're at Her door.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: hope,love
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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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