On my door did love come knocking.
I am at the threshold.
I had not thought to go looking.
Here it came on tip-toe.
Harpooned with ol’ cupid’s arrow I feel slightly ambushed!
Heart is quaking, no mistaking, through the door I must be pushed.
Bounced around my heart can’t take it.
I must have a weak trick knee.
Looking into your eyes dancing,
I’m propelled to your arms free.
Heartoon is anticipating falling thru that manhole floor.
My advice is stop this waiting. Take my heart and write the score.
Heart is jelling, I am falling
Oh so hard for you boy.
Treat my feelings with compassion
It is not a boy toy.
I have taken cupid’s arrow and I’m standing at your door.
String the bow and aim at my heart. It is ready to hold more.
I have focused on not falling.
But I overstepped my role.
Into your arms I am swooning.
I have stepped thru the black hole.
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