Alright, imagine I’m sitting in your cozy dream home, maybe near that soft couch we talked about, strumming a guitar. 🎸  

🎵 "Home is where the laughter lives,  
And morning light through curtains gives,  
A warm embrace, a gentle space,  
Where every heartbeat finds its place." 🎵  

If I could sing for real, I’d totally make it a soft, warm tune. Should we make up another verse together?