Tucked so far away and deep,
Quietly it sits but breathes.

Our little house.

Cobbled concrete through the picket gate.
A lazy cats lays in wait.
Green grass tangled sweetly,
With soft moss growing neatly.
The soft trees flowing briskly,
Their leaves turning crisply.

Our large windows, how they let in the light.
Our dark floors, how the love the warm nights.
Claw foot tub on our tile floor.
Sitting on all silver fours.

The roses want in, they climb through the window.
The french doors open and the curtains billow.
Richly the air soaks into us both.

This house, so sweetly kisses us.
Keeps us.
Takes us away.

Our heart is in the stone, the brick and the wood.
I would never leave if I could.
Love, won't you take me home tonight.