Curtain my windows
Love
Those wooden frames
Barely holding off the outer cold
Bring your lace
Seamstress
Your fine cloth
Your loving touch
And hang them high
Not heavy
Leave room for light
Love
The sun without
Candle within
Enough for daybreak
Enough for eventide
Curtain my windows
Love
Flower my garden
Children my morning
But hasten
My love
by Jamie McKenzie
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