A Flemish Painting

Your eyes are
misting over
like the windows
of a house
where it's warmer
inside
than out.

You're like a
Flemish painting
in whose shadows
I can find
all the secrets
you'd like
to hide.

Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Let there be light, let there be light.
Oh, throw the curtains open wide.
Let there be light.

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