There is an open window in my heart
It chills me to the bone
In the middle of these soundless nights
I hear you, coming home
Inside the shadow of a tree
I cry, our days, all gone
Its stretching, rustling, moving slow
What heart should wait this long?
Am I the girl within the words
That used to make me flee
Are you the man upon the stretch
- A bottle set, to sea.
Oh love, profess it, either way
Just make it clear to me.
poem copyrighted by me