Often in a home the daily things get in the way, we forget how to laugh. A man's home is his castle and a woman wants everything to be just perfect for him! Until the love dies and it just becomes a chor! Even the idea of keeping the house clean for herself isn't important.
When everything is over do we remember if the house was dusted or not? Or is it the memories of what you did together while having fun that live on? When I think back now I wish I had spent more time having fun and less keeping the house spotless. I just wanted him to be happy, I suppose I tried too hard.
It is so important to prioritise in life - when you can just cuddle up at the end of the day instead of trying to find fault in each other - then you know the romance is still alive - never let it die!
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better,
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
A house becomes a home when
you can write "I love you" on the furniture.
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