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Last night I painted a masterpiece A picture of my fantasy home This home contains pieces of you Instead of buckets of roses I colored our walls red To match our burning love The floor is made of stones To bear the weight of our love Our windows are painted in blue So the sky lets us reach high As high as we desire to fly Our kitchen made of steel Fresh herbs, the scent of rosemary Always ready to add taste A delicious meal we eat While you make me laugh With memories of our yesterday In our garden, we grow apple trees Tulips and Tiarella cordifolia growing Greets us every morning with their fragrance You look at me smiling while we sip our tea My fantasy home still remains my masterpiece Yet it’s my burning desire to attain That not only will you be mine But my fantasy home will be our home