I heard, your fall
From grace is a closing door
Stark and sharing a meager thought, to show kind and all
Simple and sweet, even still, the irony I sought is courage

You invited me in
You showed me around
Space and a unity to tarry with the likes of when
The role of decency is a life on toward

Clashes with the instinct of gaiety
Salt and dismay, the future of guidance in heed
The sorts of thing one expects is a show of spontaneity
Has become a shared interim of choice, well took for lead

This house has a special garden
Now waiting on the aspire of another day
To chaste, the kindred of youth, and the age-old inspire to lend
Of a chancing couth, with a response for each might we may

A garden where patience's magic happens, and moments drift to lend
A beautiful care, a resolves air and the many eyes of when fair
Is a choice of call to the rise and fall, of what is a soul's amend?
Long in the soon, and be addled with you, the temptation of love has my stare