This place smells like home when you are around .
Aromatic , neat and tidy .
All the books on these shelves , has no dust on, as if you have been reading all day .
I can't leave these curtains and windows open , but you do .
Untill the sunrise blows you good morning kisses ,
Until the moon makes you fall asleep to the stories of his.
But I enjoy your early morning hand made breakfasts ,
They feel like , love has welcomed us home , your home .
But I wonder , what if you leave this place?!
How could our plants grow in this garden without your presence , who would water our roses ?
Who would leave the curtains wide open and let the sun meet us , good morning , and let the moon sing us , lullaby , back to sleep ?
After you are gone , who can welcome this warm love into our garden and home and finally into our veins ?
; People like you , are seldom to be found .
; Home is where you are , and the love and care you build , is the garden of this home.
; They said .
And I continued .. ; "so I'll keep building this home ."
{M} .
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
