We spoke for countless nights.
The rain never ceased us.
Your window was viewing my backyard.
We were neighbors.
I felt your hands on that wooden border.
I gasp softly; your presence owned me.
Oh, my love, my young love.
It acted like a wild wind rescued from a grizzly storm.
A Love without chains.
A fool with no plans fueled by desire.
Simply an innocent love.
After several years, I kept on touring my alley.
Darling, your window was shut.
Throughout the years I kept on searching for an open window.