Love is a whole house

Love is a whole house,

A safe place to stay in the world.

 

It comes in a perfect living condition

But as you go on living in it and enjoying the roof over our head

Parts of it falls off

A rift here, a brick there

Some splits

Because nobody is perfect.

 

It might work if most times the person you are living with brings materials

And helps in rebuilding

And vice versa.

 

A building is hard.

What is harder is destroying something you love,

With every speck of sand that falls on the ground

it hurts to notice it.