[A response to Vertical Lines]
The curls above the windows of your soul,
The curtains that slightly dims down
The powerful radiance of your glares.
Warmth, love, passion and wisdom;
All locked safely in your steady edifice.
Generously emitting rays of encouragement;
Shining belief onto your most beloved ones.
Should one look deeply inside them,
They see not only the well-furnished rooms
Equipped with the best shelves and stereo set,
But a rainbow with a promise
That shall never, ever fade away.