Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock, Who’s there? Love, Love Who? 
Good question, does anyone have the answer?
Cause I’ve been searching for years
Love who, how, when, where, and why
Because the thought alone leaves me under a tree ready to be raked
The fallen residue that needs to be changed for a new
Branches filled with love then at seasons end they grow old and leave u
In the State of Louis and Ana even they told each other bye you
So why love why, why, why,
it’s the 25th letter so close to Z it puts you to sleep
The thought of a broken heart does not make wanna love
To find her where, under a rock somewhere
Maybe if I bend down and kiss a frog my queen will appear
Oh contraire Mon friar but she’s out there
Totally unaware of the burden that I bare
I swear, see that’s why love is so unfair
Is a day giving in time that shows its face for a second for only u to see?
So many questions about the subject it should be taught in school
It’s own class and or field. Good morning class welcome to Love 101
Knock, Knock
The walk to my door made me wonder
could it be my time, even the clock stayed waiting
The second hand went backwards but the time was right
I kept my pace filled with anticipation
each step came faster and faster
The knocks suddenly sounded like echoes
But was it my heart that was pounding ever so
Whatever it was, it made my blood race at such a pace
Why lay in waste for whatever is my fate
so I started running, but I couldn't get there any faster
Stumbling like a white girl in a scary movie
But I finally reached that knob
Never even asking exactly who it is
Cause I knew my heart was on the other side of the door
As I opened the door to greet my love
there stood a fed-ex dame with a envelope with my name
are you such in such, yes I am I annoyingly answered
sign here please, and I did, you have a nice day sir, yeah you to
When what I wanted to say was I hope your truck runs out of gas