The windows of the soul,
Yours told me everything,
Sadness, joy, loneliness,
So much behind something so exquisite,
What do mine say?
Do they whisper they love you?
Do they tell you how much I miss you?
Are they longing?
What is my soul screaming behind the glass?
To look one more time,
To pray for another glimpse,
Something so simple and regrettable,