Till Death Do Us Unite--When Windows Fall in Love

You probably don't think of windows as particulary capable of emotions. Neither do I. But, suppose two windows in the same building happen to fall in love with one another. What might that feel like? And what would be the prospects for them ever hooking up? In the world of windows in love, the walls are the cruel hands of destiny that are keeping the lovers apart.

The wall is of a black stone.
A cold rough limestone.
Has attached a lock of silence
To our worn lips.
We can't even wiggle
Under the weight of the wall.

The entire tale of our love
Is the story of the wall.

Naturally though, being windows, their entire existence is dependent on the wall. Where would a window be without the wall? The windows realize this dilemma too and rely on the wind to be in touch with the other. But they harbor hope of a different fate.

Wish that this wall would collapse!
You and I would die together.
In a different world,
We could hold one another's hand.

And the windows have a particular vision, for this Heaven of theirs.

Maybe in that world,
They won't have walls
Between their window.

From Googoosh's "Two Windows" (Doa Panjereh)