Love is an
open window that
by no fault
of its own
catches a passing
breeze turning it
into something that
it was never
supposed to be
after which the
curtains never drape
the same way
Love is an
open window that
by no fault
of its own
catches a passing
breeze turning it
into something that
it was never
supposed to be
after which the
curtains never drape
the same way