The walls of faded wallpaper
The bacon grease sizzling on a pan
Her smile, the newspaper
Timeless and memorable.
Morning air misty and clear

The afternoon filled with puzzles
Walks by the river bank
She laughs with a poetry book
Pointing to you silly love poetries
That you dont tell her you are living it

Darkness brings a firewood calmness
The Same kind that she is made of
The twinkling fire sparks live in her eyes
The honey stirred rose tea
Her skin thin under the veil