I love the feeling that my life can be categorized just by looking into your soul
And I turn away because I'm unfamiliarized with the divinity that your windows can uphold
So my skies are folded around my heart which now pumps gold
In addition, you make me love the repetition of times I avoided relationships with other women
Because now, I won't be a sinner when I look inside your windows to see your image

Experience has made me thrive on Popeye's spinach
But, your windows are the cake mix to ruin to my strict diet
And That makes me say "I hate this", but then again, I would be lying
It's a secret admiration, but you toture me when your smiling
Because my heart starts pounding at the shines your teeth make when they reflect off my eyelids

I follow you and sit next to you because I believe you're Aphrodite's vessel
And even though the feelings might not be mutual, you still release my stress-levels
We still might be two years younger than adults, but I want to follow you until I die from the walks
I want to protect your windows from the future rain that falls
I want to hear you laugh, even if your chuckle is small

So I'm prepared for the pain that proceeds after rejection
I'm ready for the rain because the memories of you are going to be my rain jacket
And I'm to afraid to call you and say "I love your window fashion."
And I know the feeling of your windows will be everlasting
So I pray to God that your green windows don't reflect back my passion for happiness