The love hidden between the lines,
The hurt, the pain sometimes,
The moonlight,
The stars,
The touch and the kiss.
The sweet whispers of it all,
The flowers, the perfume,
The the dress and the zip,
The field and the daisy
where we use to skip.
The house, the baby,
The romance of it all,
The mess, the shoes,
The mud and the strew,
From the bunny rabbit galore.
Here we go, out of the dream,
Home sweet home isn't it Just,
No room for perfume no more,
Just the smell of the cleaned floor.
