Not a house with kids running around it playing a ball;

Not a room with a mother serving food and a father drinking a beer.

Home is:

A cave with a coat of laughter and a dash of joy painted on it's walls;

A green garden sparkling with dense fondness of the living.

When I am with you:

I find my feet standing in the middle of a haven, a home;

I find my heart snuggling into the warmth of your passionate tender grasp;

I find my eyes gazing and smiling back into yours where there's love and affection.

You are home. My home. My love.

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