The House with Windows of Pure Gold Mirrors

My address is 777 NE-SW Hope Street, City of Love, Earth.
The second house on the right,
with the gate of red roses always open,
I lived here for as long as I remember, from my birth,
The old floors kissed the barefoot sole of my steps,
and the old walls are still echoing my first words that I have spoken.

The windows of my house are mirrors of pure gold,
When I look through them, I can see beautiful memories,
I can see myself. My house is never cold,
Its mirrors always reflect so many great love stories.

On my street, all the people are laughing and smile,
and instead of “How are you?”, everybody’s saying; “I love You!”,
The City is surrounded by gardens full of
butterflies and flowers mile after mile,
The sky above my City is always blue.

Every night the stars are dancing,
and the moon is telling stories to the kids,
The wind kisses the tree's leaves singing and romancing,
In the City of Love, all the people have wings.

When it rains, it rains with dandelions and poppy flowers,
When it snows, it snows with daisies and snowdrops.
In the City of Love, there’s no time, no days nor hours,
In the City of love are infinite fields of cotton crops.

If you want to be my neighbor, you can move right next to me,
In the City of Love, we have many places... plenty of,
With the view of the mountains or with the view of the sea,
There’s no special requirement, come and see,
Just a simple one; to love.

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