A newborn squints into its mother’s eyes; a fresh abode awaits.
Teenagers walk along a steep river bank. She slips. “Careful,” he grabs her. “Thank you,” a shy kiss his reward. A new build under construction.
A bride walks down the aisle towards a beaming groom. I’m right at home.
Silver wedding celebrations. But this home needs a renovation.
“May I have the pleasure of this dance?” A grey-haired widower offers his hand to a tightly permed widow. She coyly accepts. An ageing but worthy residence.
Who am I?
I am Love.