The House in the Country

He showed up one day out of the blue,
Said “I’d like to get to know you.”

I was trembling and afraid,
A prisoner of past heartbreaks.

But I stepped out; gave him my hand,
Told him he could have this dance.

He went and swept me off of my feet.
His love’s like living in the country.

It’s a house built with wood beams,
On a foundation made of concrete.

It’s perfectly imperfect, like creaking floors.
It’s a sanctuary that holds vulnerabilities and flaws.

A cozy shelter that keeps you safe,
The kind of love that can’t be replaced.

© Regina Mast 2017

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