Harmony: A Series Of Peotry

Houses

I can't look him in the eye

They call the eyes

The window to the soul

And I believe it so

I can see right through people

So what if I see something I like?

But to where he is a window to me

He he only sees me as a wall

Where I see a bright sun shiny through

He is staring at a stack of bricks.

If only he would look around

He would see that I'm a house!

If only he would explore,

My door is wide open for him!

I may not have windows,

But I have lavish halls,

And a comfy living area with

A cozy, crackling fireplace.

He just has to walk through my door...