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A low fog lingers on the ground 
On cobbled streets where coaches sound,
Candles dance inside the glass
Of lanterns as the moment's pass.

Terraced houses reach the sky
Chimneys smoke and Zeppelins fly,
Merchant's barter trade and speak
Tophats flood the puddled streets.

Factory lanes and iron stairs 
Workers breathe a muddled air,
Ships of cargo stay the night 
As silent waves reflect the light's.

There is a private secret space
For such as us inside this place,
You take the road beyond the docks
Where couples sit and skim the rocks.

Carry on beyond the square
Where pipe tobacco burns the air,
Cross the road and take the lane
Beneath the clock you turn again.

You'll see an arch beyond the street
Take your time and pass beneath,
Pass the lanterns - count too two,
You'll find a shop homes into view.

Outside you'll see a sign that swings
'The Antique Shop and Finer Thing's, 
Inside this shop is lots of wares
We built ourselves and hid for year's.

Upon display on varnished shelves
The memories forged from travels delved,
The hidden gem inside this store
Awaits upstairs and can't be bought.

It all resides behind a door
One golden valve unlocks the core,
Inside the room is where we lay
Inside two minds forever safe.

A cosy room that can't be seen
It's built in hearts and lives in dreams,
It's drawn in books and wrote in poems
And only us will know this home.

I built this from the day we met
And every day I tried my best,
To take these thoughts and make them real
We made this place by how we FEEL.


Our secret space.

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