in this house we’ll build (an architect in love)

in this house we'll build,

we'll be awake and

in the kitchen at 2a.m.

because i wake you up to bake cookies

because im hungry again

and it takes you

a while to get up

but you get up and off the bed with no complain anyway.

just a gentle smile and a helpful hand,

ready to assist.

in this house we'll build,

as the oven preheats,

we'll put on a silly little love song

just to fill in the silence

but you'd have different ideas.

you'll offer your hand, asking for me

to dance with you

like prince charming from my favorte disney film, cinderella

that i watched way too many times as a child.

i'll roll my eyes at you

and your silly little ideas

but i'd place my hand in yours anyway.

the night will end with the smell of cookie dough

and of warmth and gentle backhugs in the kitchen.

in this house we'll build,

i'll wake up in the morning

only to hear the same song from last night

playing on our speakers softly in the living room

and i'll smile to myself

because there you are

in the kitchen

making breakfast for two

and maybe i'd think,

i still haven't gotten used to this but

i could get used to it.

in this house we'll build,

there will be no room left for

loud, explosive, noises of

cussing and yelling and anything remotely similar.

maybe every now and then

words uttered to one another could be laced with frustration

but never will they be enough to leave a mark

for only tender hands and hushed voices

are welcome in this house we've built.

xxxx,

we have come from twisted and broken places

that have hurt our souls too many times that

we once thought we could never be allowed this love

and yet together

here we are, in spite of it all:

we've built a house

we call home.