Invite Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I often find myself right at your door:
Just knocking, hoping you would answer me;
Although at times it seems to endless be,
And every knock yet makes me more unsure.
I think I knock because in some old lore:
Persistence's honored hence, I may the key
But be rewarded yet, I might not see,
Or glimpse your glint that I've not grasped before.
I knock oh like the day would never end,
And if it did, I think I'd knock at night:
The Holy Grail looks worth the sacrifice;
Yet then I tap; I fear I might offend;
Don't want to think I came with no invite:
It's blue, though true; none's bound to paradise!