Susens Engelska Dikter English Poetry 2: I Knock

I Knock
I knock on the door of Love

-every once in a while-

but no one will let me in.

What am I doing wrong?

My heart is pounding,
my head is light,
my blood is boiling,
and my knees are weak.

My entire body aches of fever,

I can hardly walk.
I´m stumbling,
I´m fumbling.
I´m rambling,
and can´t say one word straight.
The sickness in my body is from Loving one to many,
and get nothing in return.

I´m knocking on the door of Love,

but once again a bridge is burned.

      Susen M J ©  2000