Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world
Empty pockets make empty heads.
The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.