The window

In the morning, I open the window
I see there the sun rising, quite slow
inside I feel, I'm stopped to throw
a thought on you, it's a routine flow

brisk wind pierces my skin, I'm numb
mist melts to unveil the beauty, I'm dumb
sedulous mind sounds not to succumb
at least until I find your love's crumb

you may not know how it feels when
I think nothing but you as my heaven
all the day being introvert takes me in
never outside the window, I'm unseen

It's evening, I open the other window
I see there the sun setting, quite slow
He did see the whole world in real hue
I enjoyed my day, thinking only on you