Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
I have come to tell you that you are loved.
Door SLAM!
Like a whisper in the night
could you hear me?
If I said that you are loved.
This isn’t the romantic
puppy kind of love.
This is the cosmic
all consuming will
change your being
sureness of love.
But the door remains closed.
I am here.
Can you hear me?
I will knock again.
