"My love, 

You are not the rocks at a shore

but the cottage at the beach,

you are the flames in the fireplace

that dries my clothes and warms my soul.

You are the bedding in my room

that keeps me warm and in comfort

when the dark times come.

But you are also the shotgun behind the bed stand

for when everything is going wrong,

are willing to defend.

Always remember,

laundry-room by Raedean/So Nice To Come Home To