Warmth

Enter this safe space for residence,

not escape. Trust your shoes won't be harmed.

Those eyes need proper rest too.

This home is alive. It touches every sense you know

and more of the ones you don't.

Halls smell of aged sandalwood,

floors resemble patches of forest moss,

angels of natural sunlight illuminate from above.

These walls are eager to protect you.

The threshold from which you entered,

removed and repelled any parasitic energy

to show you proper respects.

Any song imaginable will gently play and originate

from a room that materializes your desire to love.

Because you're with me,

"Vivre Pour Vivre" enchants an open kitchen.

We embrace the taste of slow roasted stew in the air.

Taste so familiar it's as if we're returning

for a second helping.