Doorstep

Love, here I am.
The wounds have healed
and my callused feet
have now grown well.

I have grown tired
of seeking you, Love.
Oh those cold, restless nights
that I've spent in search of you.

Love, here I am.
Deliver yourself to me
for I have prepared
a cozy home for you.

And the sun,
has gone down again.
But I;ve heard not -
not a single knock on my door.

Love, here I am.
In the morning,
I hope, I could find you
waiting at my doorstep.

Photo Courtesy of Maryam Xelene del Pilar