My two little windows look out on the world

Seeing things that it cannot explain

To to light in the attic, the windows exclaimed,

"What is it we see?"

To which the light said “Love.”

 

So my two little windows looked at Love

And all its beauty and style and grace

When it beheld a most beautiful face

With windows clear

And bright in in the sunny rays

 

The two little windows looked confused at the face

Who’s windows created a world renewed

And asked the hearth “What is this new

feeling that warms my soul?”

To which the hearth said “Love.”

 

The two little windows looked and watched

as the beautiful face returned the gaze

Its chimney in a burning haze

The windows clear

In the moon light’s effulgent rays

 

My two little windows looked again

At the face that looked back at me

Wondering how lucky life could be

To the Clock each beat clicked

Counting the time of Love

 

Soon the two little windows looked once more

And saw a frightening sight

In the Deep pale moonlight

The face was gone

The windows black and closed

 

Rain now beating on my two little windows

They look back on that beautiful face

That created a state of fallen grace

"How is it I feel like this?"

To which my empty home said, “Love.”