Eager Lights Poem by Optimus Prime

my feet are like ice
the dim lamp up above
what but a couple knocks
to find out your not home
those knocks knock out my heart
as you'll probably salting up my wound
all because of prior plans
but I shouldn't lead you astray
its all my fault, give me your worst
and I’ll give you this gift
the gift of love, the gift of me
I’d be so pleased if you'd accept
with no push to return
I’ll roll away the clock
you could roll away my pain and fear
but i just hope you knock