To Call My Own!!!

On a house hunting spree,
This young year finds us to be,
Of myriad shapes and sizes,
From the many, one, ours will be!

Trudging through weary paths,
Haggling over hard earned pennies too,
Though, not one yet touches me so,
Neither holds me in delight too!

Elusive, though you may be,
For certain, will I still seek thee!
Take a while; less or more, it may,
But, in the end, just ours, will be thee!

Four walls that make me ever smile,
A cozy spot, made just for me,
Our abode, will you be proudly called,
Aren’t you there, just waiting for me?!?

A home to call our very own,
Nay, not a house will it ever be!
Not with bricks, cement, or even mortar,
With real joy, may it always filled be!