Classic Poem

I’ve kept my door open for you
When you’ll come? When shall you?
My heart thumps incessently with expectation
When gusty winds stomp on the door
I think it’s you coming
I glanced at the door - it’s not you, not you.
Or when wings of winter mist
Slamps on the door whole night
I shiever; my cool bed
Becomes cooler even more
Condensed lamentation
Becomes denser
I’ve opened the door, the door is open
My heart is as wide as the sky
High tide agitated in me
The door will not be closed, no never,
Liquid smell of damp wall
Float on my nostrils
My dream clinging to your body
Burns like octane.
You’ll come, you shall come,
Positively.