THE STAIRS TO YOUR HEART
The long, long trudge
Up those slippery, slimy and oily grunge
The wooden planks
That caused a lot of pranks
The metal studs that were made with thanks
Thanks they hurt so much!
They pierced the soul
My very whole
The precarious
The hazardous
The perilous
Rickety, rackety uncertainty
You became hesitantly
Tentatively and
doubtfully
Why? Why? Oh why?
When all I do is try, try and try!
And all I hear are your long drawn out sighs!
So why should I bother?
Is it too much of a bother?
Can you not be bothered?
To meet me half way
This way, that way!
Or anyway!
That way we can reach each other’s hearts
Where we will never be apart
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
28th December 2013
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