hopes. Build.

A house by the sea,
how is that?
Or you prefer one
that overlooks the greens.
I guess that's for me,
very much nature, away from city.

Of stone or brick,
that I shall make.
The shelter that house you,
and our home it shall be.
These hands will toil,
to provide what you may need.

Thousands of sunset,
uncountable of nights.
Days and years,
passing by.
Witnessing the story,
of you and I.

Till now,
it can only be a dream.
Saving for the magical touch,
to make it reality.
Saving for that the special one,
to set these hopes free.