In the Attic

"I knew there was love in that attic.
It had to be found.
There was love in that attic........Lost and I found."

I have an attic, but I dream of having an "attic".  You know, a large, old, slanted roof attic.  One with a big window and cobwebs on the beams.  An old charming attic with dust covered piles of long forgotten memories.  Trunks to poke through, boxes filled with old love letters, suitcases hanging from the rafters and boxes and boxes of treasures.

Yours in a whimsy.......