At The Door

But oh, how
the mouth
does quiver
in anticipation
of the kiss,
or how the heart
will stutter
and trip up
the tongue
in fear
it has hoped
in vain,
or rather,
has hoped itself
until hope
springs forth,
that love
really has come,
is at the door!
like the first bud
breaks even before
Winter has gone
and given itself
to Spring.

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