A place that’s warm and always smells of candles, perhaps a hint of food
Clutter and goodness of the best kind, puzzles scattered on the dining room table, books agape, marked to their favorite passages
Brownies at midnight, constant laughter, love in every corner
Lived in, lived in, lived in
Burgundies and soft firelight yellows
Open windows for breezes to carry in garden scents
Weekend trips to beaches and hikes
A cat curled in the corner
Birds chirping
Hugs, kisses
And always, sound sleeping with arms entangled
Waking only for a forehead kiss
A soft sigh of reflection,
A whispered, “I love you.”
