She [sonnet]

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she

She won’t knock upon your door politely
and neither will she ask to be received;
What she gives should not be taken lightly:
Accept the fact you will one day be grieved.

Sometimes she steals up on you from behind;
at other times she slaps you in the face.
Your isolation will be undermined;
she’ll teach you all you need to know of grace.

Yet, many only touch her in one part
or snatch a lock of hair kept in a drawer.
The secret is to give her your whole heart
for then you’ll find she’s yours for evermore.

    The she of which I speak is plainly love
    which fits me like a hand inside a glove.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

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