A sun-drenched porch, a swing that sighs,
Two little laughs, like mirrored skies.
A house we built, brick by slow brick,
Where love's soft echo filled each click.

Your study, warm with scattered light,
Where dreams took form in day and night.
My library, a hushed domain,
Built by your hands, a sweet refrain.
You saw the yearning in my eyes,
The dream I'd held for countless skies.
And brick by brick, you made it real,
A space for stories to reveal.

Small hands that mirrored yours and mine,
Two sets of eyes, so bright they'd shine.
A kitchen filled with fragrant steam,
And dancing feet, a shared, sweet dream.
I see you there, a weary sigh,
A long, hard day reflected in your eye.
Then arms that hold, a tender grace,
A silent comfort in embrace.
And later, when the day is done,
And little ones are tucked in, one by one,
The living room, a soft-lit space,
Where quiet talks find their own pace.

We'd watch them grow, their spirits soar,
Our love the anchor, evermore.
A whispered word, a gentle touch,
A haven built, loved oh so much.

But dreams can fade, like morning dew,
Leaving a space, empty and blue.
A silent house, a porch unswept,
A memory cherished, and then wept.