Empty hall ways,empty chambers,
A radio with no music,
That’s how this room would feel without you,
Now every room plays sweet music of our love making,
Our laughter echoes in every corner,
The shower marks the stains of our hot evenings,our tables reek of home cook.meals.
Every portrait tells our story,of how we first met, every cup smells of coffee and each ornament has history of the past that made us connect,
Every poem,book tells about our love,we didn’t intend for our love to be this magical,
Interwoven with faith,prayer and commitment we just came to be.
A love written in the stars, a love felt in the warmth of these walls.
Felt in this house we made a home.
We found a home in each other.
Written by
L.G
laurnaguistepublicist 