The Heart has many Doors —
I can but knock —
For any sweet “Come in”
Impelled to hark —
Not saddened by repulse,
Repast to me
That somewhere, there exists,
Supremacy —
The Heart has many Doors —
I can but knock —
For any sweet “Come in”
Impelled to hark —
Not saddened by repulse,
Repast to me
That somewhere, there exists,
Supremacy —
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I really like this poem, because it’s true that you can just like anyone or fall in love with anyone and then you can also fall out of love with someone to. So the doors to your heart always opens and closes