Hearts Consoled

A house adorned with lavish grace,  

Furniture with polished wood and lace,  

Yet without a warm embrace,  

It’s love that truly fills the space.  

A couch may boast the finest threads,  

The dining table, carved and spread,  

But empty are the hearts it led,  

If words of love remain unsaid.  

True comfort isn’t found in gold,  

Or in the tales antiques once told,  

It lies in hands you gently hold,  

In whispers shared, hearts consoled.  

The house becomes a cherished nest,  

Where joys and sorrows are confessed,  

Each new day warmly blessed,  

By love that stands the truest test.  

Let your home with laughter bloom,  

Kindness filling every room,  

Hearts entwined dispel the gloom,  

Turning a house into a home.