Sitting on the lone chair by the window

I waited to see the blessed morn,

As I sit on the lone chair again.

The blemish glass reveals a new dawn,

As the dew fell gently on the window pane

Me and my thoughts are torn in half,

But the worthy half makes me sane again

Words are miserable in silence, said love;

As I sit alone near the window pane

In my eyes a pleasant weep,

Promising me, my wait is not in vain;

What the breeze in it’s beauty sweep,

Can any wind bound it’s clench do keep?