He drove down the winding road, saw the old house standing there
Standing so majestic, it’s secrets not to share
The windows smiling back, happy to see him come home
Coming home to live, no more days to roam.
The trees his parents planted so many years ago
Embraced the majestic house swaying to and fro
He quietly opened the door, could smell scents of the past
The wallpaper faded now, knowing things don’t last.
He was coming home now, a bride he was to bring
Knowing it was a perfect time, would be a perfect thing
They would sit on the porch in the old wicker chairs
Just rocking to and fro, no worries or no cares.
Once again the old house would be filled with so much love
All the birds singing, hear the cooing of the dove?
They will share their love as on life’s journey they go
Strolling in the shadows of the evening rainbow
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