Love Kept on Knocking

Love kept on knocking
At my door,
Like an alian creature,
It demanded my very core,
Wanted to burn the bridges;

Love like a snowstorm,
Like desperate winds,
Left me aghast,
I'm supposed to be learning,
The craft of this things
More or less fast;

You can't stay speechless
All your life,
 your sorrows,
Seeking pleasure or pain it brings
Pretend being hollow;

But also it's wrong;
To shout like mad
Of obvious joys;
You can't run away
From yourself,
From a habit that clings,
 As well as from
Love's dirty voice;

Иллюстрация Михаила Хохлачева