i want a house

with yellow walls and a wooden floor,

and a creaking stable door.

with walls filled with photo frames,

and fairy lights galore.

with a rocking chair and piles of logs,

and a pond with croaking frogs.

with a nearby lake and a lemon tree

and a bench to leave our togs.

but most importantly,

with a special place for you and me,

to sit with our cups of tea.