I received your invitation as I packed my weekend tote.
I closed the bag, opened my heart, and read what you wrote.
“Come down to the cottage, my dear, our vacation by the lake.
I’m waiting for you with open arms bearing a box of gur cake.
I suppose you know by now about the vase of red roses …”
I smiled through the rest of it knowing your heart composed it.
The quaint lake cottage situated in the midst of so much green
Marked the beginning of love warmed by a hearth in evening.
Listening to The Cranberries; scented tea lights floating on water.
Then dabbling in your love song; pleasing my ears like no other.
Our weekend cottage, my dear, is just one location.
Our love carries on even when not on vacation.
Your invitation, which I accepted and knew from the start,
Spans the lakeside, the cityscape, my heart to your heart.
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