Together they found a home, it was more than a place to live.
There they would prepare their feast, breaking bread together, partaking in the ritual wine ceremonies, as if going to church.
To them it was like participating in a holy sacrament, feeding each other with a blessing of thanksgiving.
And it was there in that house, it was there where their lives and love would unfold and multiplying the joy they would find in the ach others company.
Of holding hands over the sheets in the morning for days and weeks and years to come.
To wake up gently every morning, smiling, Grazing, watching, waking, laughing, working and sleeping, loving, living.
It was a place where they were happy to repeat it again and again, so long as they were simply together in a place they called home.