The House

I trace the contour of your shape
With my hands with such delight.
Strong the lines that make me gape,
At your facade so fair and bright.
First up, then down.
My fingers run your whole space.
From left to right I reach your crown,
And your angular face.
You stand like a masterpiece.
Under the sky so blue...
The sun, the flowers and the trees...
A pretty house I drew.