Windows to Her Soul

It's been said that the eyes are the windows to ones soul! With cracked and faded paint clinging to its exterior, she moves with every inhale and exhale! The wind moves her with creaks that shows a life that has loved her . A beckoning retreat from the intensely hot summers and warmth for many a cattle seeking refuge from bitter harsh winds of winter. She remains stately yet shows the signs of aging! And through her dark, drawing windows, her eyes, she entices and continues to woo each passer by to come inside and receive that which she has to offer! Warmth of a vexing spell that she casts and it pulls and it draws and it envelops! Guests who file in are struck with her inescapable aura and they feel it pulse their being and.....as it happens,they are caught.....they are hers!