A Warm House

Love is like a warm house aglow with a welcoming light. Drafts may penetrate on occasion, but are soon vanquished, by the hearths pulsing embers. All who enter this space, feel it's comfort. Rain may batter at its' roof, tempests shake its' foundations, all will be stilled. There are no brighter beacons in the dark lonely night, than the light, in the house, on the street where love lives. A warm house starts with one and with additions, becomes one. There can be no peace without love