Widow's Walk

The Sill forgives the Window
Cradles soft, the pane
For eyes to see her True Love
To leave, and come again

The Knob forgives the Door
Listens now, and then
For steps to hear her True Love
To leave, and come again

The Ocean forgives the Waves
Curling up, its blame
For harboring her True Love
Never Home, again

The Heart forgives for-ever
Leaving her in Vain
And stops each other second
To alter, just the same...