I built my house of wood and stone.
I built my house with sinew and bone.
I built it strong to withstand war,
but I put a welcome mat at my door.
I built it here near the sea,
so I can watch the ships sailing free.
And I built it with windows wide
to better understand the world outside.
From here you can feel the ocean breeze,
and hear the birds singing in the trees.
The fireplace I built of solid stone
for cold winter nights when I'm reading alone.
For me, it's a beautiful, almost magical place,
filled with a sense of both mystery and grace.
But as I contemplete all that I've done,
I realize my real goal is yet to be won.
It'll all be meaningless without you by my side,
so now I must ask you to please be my bride.
I love you more than anyone I've ever known,
so, if you love me, please, please come home.
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