Yvonne PatockLove knocks on my door before I saunter over to open. Wait, I say to myself, fear may be back, forcing me to reopen. So I hesitate, lest my poor heart be broken. Love knocks on my door once more, a little impatient and I’m torn in two. So...
Love knocks on my door before I saunter over to open. Wait, I say to myself, fear may be back, forcing me to reopen. So I hesitate, lest my poor heart be broken. Love knocks on my door once more, a little impatient and I’m torn in two. So...