Side by side,
far and wide,
together we shall be.
The time is near,
when you are here,
home it shall forever be.
No need to think,
our minds in sync,
and the future’s ours to see.
Passion felt beyond romance,
bliss shared with every glance,
this we do agree.
A love that’s true,
that’s me and you,
together we are free.
Step into my diorama.
Leave the present behind.
Troubles soon will fade away.
Simpler times fill the mind.
Rest your weary body.
Sense an ocean breeze.
Feast your eyes to candlelight.
Dream of what you please.
Sit beside the fire.
Music fills the air.
Welcome home my old friend.
We’ve time I’d like to share.
Plans have been made
and the weekend’s here.
An adventure will be had
but apart from my dear.
I’ll think of her while driving
and call at every chance.
I’ll dream of her when sleeping,
cuddled in romance.
I’ll spend my time distracted,
longing to return.
I’ll share my day with loved ones
but not the one I yearn.
Whilst my head will follow
wherever I may roam,
my heart will always be
at our happy home.
Decisions are made every day.
Stuff gets done just that way.
Leaving a home’s a difficult call.
Finding another is always a haul.
Choices are many but few fit the bill.
But we’ll find the one, I know we will.
Something that’s not too small or too big.
And a nice little place for kids to dig.
The woods will be great but at least a few trees,
with a spot for flowers for the birds and bees.
Neighbors OK but none is best.
I’m not anti-social but can be a pest.
Now thoughts to be thunk and options weighed,
calculations conjured forging a grade.
Results considered but one thing’s for sure.
In love we’ll venture, anywhere secure.
On the lookout for my last place to dwell,
some were OK, some looked like hell.
Seen a grand old home in a bad part town,
but it was too high and they wouldn’t come down.
We saw one so scary, ghosts wouldn’t live there.
I’m picky I know but I think that I’m fair.
My home now is charming; I’ve been here for years.
Saying goodbye I’ll probably shed tears.
I’m close to a harbor and a quaint Main street.
My neighbors are close but mostly discrete.
I have no garage and I’d like some land.
I’d prefer something wooded to the beach sand.
Though a lakeside retreat would surely be fun,
I’d soon be drowned paying for one.
I’d like something older and properly restored.
I don’t need a hobby cos I’m never bored.
I don’t need a compound or a pasture for beasts.
But a barn would be nice to house family feast.
So the search goes on, but I’ve no worries or fright.
It’s like finding true love; you know when it’s right.