Broken Window

Will the roses eat my window
when my window finally rots?
Will vines crush wooden frames
when the summer sunshine stops
and all that’s left of roses
is the vine that holds it together
squeezing for dear life
against winter’s bitter weather?
Will the rose make window’s eyes
look like the looks of lovers
and when winter’s blackness comes,
the evil step mother?
You must decide when you make broken window home
if you can warmly kiss the maiden
and still want the black-eyed crone.