For a place to rest his feet
Against my better judgement back I stood
Welcoming him in from the bitter-cold street
No sooner had he entered the door he smashed
My porcelain pride, and shattered my glass heart
He turned the house upside down
And tore the place apart
Amid the chaos he sat, gazing
At his masterpiece on a hard backed chair
A smile on his face, his beautiful face,
That charmed me, always unfair
I stood without knowing what to say
Except to ask his name
Love, he told me, for so long he knocked
On my door, shut out again
And again and again.
