Voyeur

I have a window, a vantage, a view.

Before which ever plays a romance true.

Just when I first noticed I cannot say,

however I look now every day.

No matter the hour, always on que.

They struggled at first, lovers often do.

They Fought through the days, and through the nights too.

So fierce was their struggle I'd oft forget,

that love ever dwelt within them one bit.

Yet when they should break, they came back anew.

Judge not my observance, it's not some kink.

Now I look on them with nary a blink.

You've a similar view, least I would think,

mine resides above the bathroom sink.