Cottage of stone
By Grannyrosie
COTTAGE OF STONE Little stone cottage, down by the sea, Perched on a high lonely hill. Deserted, walls crumbling, weathered, Barely a pane left in each sill. Rooms overrun, mice, rats and bugs, Wallpaper tattered and torn. Only the spirit that once was your heart, Crying through winds so forlorn. These hands full of love, will move in and stay, Repair tenderly the damage within, Mystery and magic, restore with new life, Prepare you to face a new love without strife. Strip back the walls, replaster and paint, Renew all the basics you need, Watch you grow in the glow of this love that I show, Remoulding your grandeur, indeed. Tending the outside, with deep passion and pride, Create a garden of love to enjoy. Remove crumbling walls, now my heart installs, Lovers walks for your mind to deploy. Ah! A treasure indeed, gazing out to the sea, Braving the wind, and the storms. Despondence blowing away, on the misty sea spray, A new song emerging each glorious day. Now I stand at the door, of this house restored, Is there room for my love, at your hearth? Take me within to that mystical place. Place the kiss of acceptance on this smiling face. Written December 24th, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 06:38 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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