The Door


This love I hold deep within my soul

will never grow old or get cold

this love has known limits,


Love is a gift;

What love we’ve given,

is something of long ago

that still burns in one’s soul,


And will keeps you on my toes; 

this love hold deep within ones

heart that lights up even the dark,


This love will chess old pains away,

Love is to be given in Love

this love has no end,


This Love is the key

That opens the heavens door. 


Poetic Judy Emery © 1992


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