Two lovers entwined...

Not more than a paltry house

On a cobblestone street.

The porch light faulty,

No window clean.

A minimal sight

That fleets from your eyes,

But, home for two lovers entwined.

A bed of roses tended by

The hands of fulfilment,

Of peace of mind.

Not too much to their name,

Not a penny, nor dime.

But, all the riches could never suffice,

In front of the charm of laughter and care,

Of all devotion, in all its flair.

Not a morsel of bread,

Not a roof on their heads,

Yet nothing bleak, though simple and mild.

Just a tale of two lovers, a horse and a child.