It is love calling love.
Love flings open a door
that, larger life may rush in
to unite itself with the soul.
He is no farther than the door of your heart.
There He stands patiently for the one
who opens the door and let him in.
He can hardly wait for you to open up.
He longs for you a thousand times
more than you long for him.
The opening and the entering are a single act.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very soothing poem on love, thanks for sharing