The Unknown Feeling

I look out of my window,
So bored and alone,
On my search for love,
The feeling I've never known.

The streets are oh so quiet,
The air is deathly cold,
I know nothing of this feeling,
Only stories have been told.

I can gently hear your footsteps,
So light as you walk,
I hear your ghostly whispers,
So soft as you talk.

As you walk past my window,
That feeling grows inside,
When you look up at the glass,
I duck down low and hide.

You walk into the distance,
Yet the feeling still remains,
You walk out of my perfect picture,
My heart now, still in chains.