Poetry

You are the four walls of the house that does cover me,
that brings a cool shade against the destroying sun,
the place where in the cutting winter
I am hot and cosy
 
and when the stormy winds do bellow
when rain, hail and thunder do pour down
you are the one
to who I declare my heart,
 
the one that knows
the depths of my soul
as if my thoughts
are your own.