I contemplate how to prevent the rain entering through my poorly thatched roof
For I was uncertain about the essential
And the inessential thoughts
Should we make love
Is it too late already
Is that really a word
That inessential
For certain I was unsure, quite unsure
About giving up, on the passions
Your thoughtful disturbances
Being one such immersion
I had no desire whatsoever
To ever emerge from
Afterwards I ponder:
You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why do you make me knock?
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