God,and My yesteryears love

Before the closed door I saunter!

Yet I don’t knock, or ring the bell.

Let eons pass before it opens.

I knew my stand pretty well,

to hang there just….

for I love to wait …and wait on….

even He doesn’t show up;

If at all He does,

never would He be convinced

how much I loved Him;

all because of my faltering words.

It just matters… well,

that He knew I waited at the doorstep

like my yesteryears love.

Before the closed door I saunter.