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At the Door
Who would have thought
That I would have fallen
So easily in two day’s time?
Did you hear the drumbeat
In my soul when you
Asked me to sit by your side?
There was something about
The way you asked me
For my name.
There was something about
The jokes that you made.
It was like I was flying.
It was like finally being noticed.
It felt so right,
Listening to your laugh
Mixed with mine.
And as I stood there by the
Door, waiting for you to go,
I realized you were exactly
What I was looking for.
Maybe one of these days
You’ll see it too.
Did you not feel that spark?
It was something that I
Couldn’t have made up.
Could you feel it too?
There was something about
The way you asked me
For my name.
There was something about
The jokes that you made.
It was like I was flying.
It was like finally being noticed.
It felt so right,
Listening to your laugh
Mixed with mine.
And as I stood there by the
Door, waiting for you to go,
I realized you were exactly
What I was looking for.
Perhaps someday
I’ll be yours.
Maybe one day,
You’ll realize I was waiting
For you at the door since the start.
There was something about
The way you asked me
For my name.
There was something about
The jokes that you made.
It was like I was flying.
It was like finally being noticed.
It felt so right,
Listening to your laugh
Mixed with mine.
And as I stood there by the
Door, waiting for you to go,
I realized you were exactly
What I was looking for.
Maybe one day you’ll
Think back on that
First Sunday.
Maybe one day you’ll
Think back at all those
Times we laughed.
And maybe one day you’ll
Realize that I was waiting
For you at the door all along.
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