so am not really big on poem et al, but I’ve decide to give it this bold try.
The thought of the love I should have had, remained as hopeless as the shape the window in the attic had assume;
The believe and faith that loves brings, seems all so old like the window frame of a haunted attic;
waiting patiently by the rear of the window, hoping for a miracle to intervene;
like a still water, the atmosphere around me remained real calm;
at the frustration of my lost mind, I decide to depart the window;
now leaving the confinement of the illusive window, which effects on me sure felt like I was lost in space!
I could almost believe within myself, that I never went close to the mysterious window in the first place;
An illusion I will surely tell and announce!