Love knock

by Luis G. Dato

Knock, knock, knock.
I knock at the
      gate of your 
       heart.

Only the hollow 
       rustling 
      of dead 
     leaves 
      answered 
       my call.

What if a blight 
      have passed 

To see the 
       the beauty 
        within? 

I shall be the 
      dew to 
        awaken the 
         parched grass,

I shall be the 
         color to 
         make life 
         sweet gay,

The sunlight 
         to dispel 
          the gloom. 

I am LOVE. Open 
      the door for me.