Floorward I weep,
I find myself a worn down soul,
A derelict and frigid mansion,
Filled with cobwebs of regrets strewn over furniture of lies,
My furnaces went dark ages ago,
On a break up beyond memory,

But you have come to me,
Soothing warmth that you are,
Installed anew within my walls,
Lips and caresses of soft lining,
Reigniting my aged kiln,
Bringing red passion to my corridors and cheeks anew,

You’ve brought this house to life again,
Returning my boiler to the sweltering fever it once was,
A fire of romance,
You’ve insulated my heart,
Enabling it to thaw my frozen veins,
You make my hovel of a life livable,

You make it worth living in.

Comments
  1. Man, this is so romantic πŸ˜’πŸ˜πŸ˜‚

  2. Carol anne says:

    thats amazing! I absolutely adore your work! Well done! πŸ™ŒπŸ˜˜

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