In the heart of a silent street it stands,
A house where time gently holds its hand.
Whispering walls tell stories old,
Echoes of dreams in the night unfold.

The windows gaze with eyes so wise,
Reflecting the sun, the moon, the skies.
Each room a haven, a secret place,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace.

The garden blooms with colors bright,
A tapestry woven with morning light.
Birds sing a melody soft and clear,
In this house, peace is always near.

Beneath the roof, the heart finds rest,
In laughter, love, and moments blessed.
A sanctuary where souls align,
In this house, forever mine.