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Home:


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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