Window across the street

I opened the window panes to peep out
what occurred in the street
People walking through my street;
I closed them not to let peep.

There was an other window facing
on the other side of the street
On a fine day sight went across
and there, my eyes got fixed.

Thence upon, I used to get look
when that window panes would open
Kept watching there constantly
as my eyes had got frozen.

A pretty picture across the window
caused my heart to spurt
It became a routine to peep
that always cooled down my heart.

Gradually, the panes began to open
aligned at the same time,
Looked like those were controlled
remotely by hands of mine.

Game of simultaneous opening
of the panes went on for few weeks
Finally, day came when she knocked
my door, crossing the street.