Windo lovers (poem)
Window Lovers
A Town, old but prity
A Street, long and rather dark
shadowed by two buildings
bending to the top
in one lives, a girl
dressed in ruffels and lace
with a pink canopied bed
and lots of nick naks
In the other, a boy
he wears simple, dark and worn
his bed, a necesety
& little memories scattered there
he watched her,
dosen't know her name
He knows her voice.her face,
her smile her grace
They'va been neighbours
all their lives
she sees him
wonders 'bout his name
she wonders at his actins, his style
his voice, his smile
They've never talked
not once at all
