The strong house
L. Laitman
Our love is like a strong house
Well roofed against the wind and rain
Who passes darkly in the sun again and again?
The doors are fast, the lamps are lit,
We sit together talking low
Who is it in the ghostly dusk goes to and fro?
Surely ours is a strong house,
I will not trouble any more
But who comes stealing at midnight
To try the locked door?