Windows of Our Hearts

When we look, though the windows of our hearts; you through mine, I through yours, in symphonic simultaneity When you look, into my eyes and I into yours When we become attached, to each other, by the double cord, of a connected gaze; invisible and strong, as powerful as a current, sweeping and penetrating We see the inhabitant, of the great expanse; the abode of the soul, called the heart When he, the soul, wanders from home, away from the great expanse, of his abode, we may see a fugitive inhabitant, occupying the great expanse, of his abode; a chameleon; never true to its color, a shape shifter; ever amorphous But when he, the soul is home, filling the great expanse, of his abode, the aura of his majestic presence shows us what he holds, dear to heart, and it is nothing, but goodwill