At My Door Poem by Dan Brown

At My Door

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Said the face at my door
‘I have not missed you more
than in these months of late.
To this day, I pine
to make you mine
for that is the wish of fate.'

The face looking back
closed the door to a crack
and whispered, ‘This must be a dream.
Not once before
have you been at my door
and been as real as you seem.'

Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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Dan Brown

Dan Brown

Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK
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