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