Craig Farrell - Point

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I have waited for a hundred years… <br /> To here you carry deep steps upon ascending stairways <br />Only to stop outside my red door <br />And knock like you need a declaration. <br />Red has always been your colour. <br /> Always been my fire. <br />Burning for your lips <br /> And <br /> Your <br /> Form <br /> <br />Excuse me for hesitating <br /> But the wait is part of this game <br />Eagerness is a ballad for children's adventures <br />And the disguise is a dialog for desperate feasts <br /> <br />If you only tap once more <br />my resolve will decay.<br /><br />Craig Farrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/point-4/