Till Winter Comes Knocking Poem by O.S. Brooks

I spent all night
Dreaming mystical ways
Thinking I miss all the beautiful days
The truth is I'm sure
I've been lost in a maze
Like trying to re-bound
but lost in a haze

There's a reason I travel
Three reasons I stay
But, I do not love you
My heart bled away
with bitterness
anguish
from toiling years
Losing what's left
is the one thing I fear
When all has re-settled
and things are quite clear
I do not love you
is all I can hear
It plays in my head
When I wake in my bed
And lost other chances
is something I dread
My emotions have emptied
My soul for you fled
No, I do not love you
So, this means the end

Till winter comes knocking
I'll wait by the door
Expecting she knows
What I've been waiting for
True love is a blessing
I'm longing for more
But, I do not love you
Its safe to report
It rests in my being
Down deep in my core
This feeling that left me
And will not restore

There's a reason I travel
Three reasons I stay
But, I do not love you
My heart bled away