As I pass this familiar street
Never has I been so keen with the houses
The architecture, build and space
Like a vision of our future
Confined and safe inside those walls and bricks
Of stones and unchanging wills,
Of ourselves and of promises kept,
A vow, of passing of times sailing the sea
Nonetheless, these houses
Are only containers to the very thing
It is not love that made us vulnerable
To invincibility, nor the essence
of our very being that coexist with one another.
It is us that was once were two
Separated by distance and lived as fools.
Star-crossed lovers that defied the rules
Unpacking the words and turning them to visible hues.
Everybody can live in a house
But these things we dreamed of,
We already have the chance
Not only to live in a house
But a home – a hope to shine upon.