Windows are the eyes of home
And that beautiful door in front is your mouth
You’ve been there for centuries, and you are still there
That makes me wonder what you’re made of
That beautiful antique French furniture just gives you the antique appearance I’ve fallen for
I’ve been watching you for years
Admiring your beauty and stability from a distance
You’ve been enduring, been there through storms and floods, but you are still free from change
Your perpetual beauty is what lingered my eyes on you
And your lonesomeness made me realise that I, too, can be my own best friend