From My Window Poem by Nina gáspari

Observing people
From my window
And I have an enriching
Experience from what I can see
Frowned faces
Some of them in a gigantic rush
Trying to go places
Smiling ones
Happy and satisfied with what their expectations
Have become
A dozen of red roses stand out
In the never ending crowd
Being held by a nervous businessman
It seemed to me, he had his heart filled with love
And laid on his hands possession
The happy ending to his always busy day
As he kept on walking, faster and faster
More and more anguished
The petals kept on being shredded
That moment his frustration made him think
Maybe the business of love wasn´t for him
From my window
I see kids running, unaware of their fortune
Playing around, holding their mothers hands
Shouting real loud, too happy and innocent to see
How unique and treasured their lives can be
From my window
I can now see
A couple of elderly
It´s such a beautiful view
How their love has stood still
And lasted trough the game of time
Suddenly it crosses my mind
There are no rules to follow
In love
No rules to be broken
In love
As his hands blindly search for hers
To cross the street
Having to deviate
From the cars, just like they did
Swerve from the troubles, doubts,
And third parts trying to interfere
In their lives
The soft and gentle encounter of both hands
The deep, wise and genuine gaze they exchange
The subtle and true smile appears on their faces
As they walk away and slowly disappear
In the middle of that crowd
They walk away
From my window
I can now sit back
Cause love is a tough task.