I never thought I would find
Someone who would ever care
But I have to say to you
I'm glad you're always there
I was living myself a life
That was empty and alone
Though I lived in a house
It never really felt like a home
To me a home paints a picture
Of a place that's cozy and warm
A place where a family resides
During a cold winter storm
A home is that special place
Where you spare no expense
With a garden full of flowers
Protected by a white picket fence
You see, I've never known any of this
At any time in my life
That is until the day you said
That you'd become my wife
6-20-20/RjH
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