I woke up to a beautiful sight,
Enjoying the warm morning light,
Gave a longing glance through my glass windows,
And drank in the sunrise lounging about the meadows.

Graced by the warmth of the rising sun,
Felt my worries turning into none,
Smiling through my window pane,
The troubled me felt inane.

Landing eyes on my window sill,
Heard two voices whisper when I stood still,
‘You don’t understand me.’, said one,
‘I do.’, said the other voice undone.

‘No, you don’t.’ said the first with conviction,
Then a minute of silence passed in prediction,
‘Why can’t you see it? I have always loved you.’,
A meek and anxious voice answered in cue.

‘If you love me, then why did you do it?’,
Asked the painful voice ready to quit,
'You can’t understand’, was the last thing heard,
Before I heard a loud thud.

Trying to eavesdrop, I had moved closer,
And had left my hand to become the pot’s aggressor,
Looked out the window, hoping to see the persons,
But only saw the flapping wings of two pigeons.

They flew away hearing the loud clang,
And I stopped searching when my doorbell rang,
And ran downstairs to open the door,
And found nobody but a letter on my floor.

I opened the letter and started to read,
It told me some advice that I had to heed,
The writer had sent me an appeal,
What I heard...