Lighting candles
turned up the heater
the stereo plays
some easy listening
the house
is filled with
scents of herbs
and fresh baked
bread
Outside the wind
is howling around
the corners of my mind
I look around
trying to make
this house a home,
is not a home
Only your eyes
can light up this house
Only the music
of your voice
can make my heart sing
Only the smell of
your fresh skin
can take me to
other heights
this house is not
a home
not without you,
I miss you.......
© AngelZpublishing 2005
