Tell me that you love me
Make my heart your home
So as my Gypsy soul runs wild
I’ll never be alone
Starry skies
Mountain highs
Oceans near and far
No matter where the roads will lead
No matter where I go
The love I have for you
Will always guide me home
Home to the place I feel most peace
Home to the place where my world is complete
To your arms I’ll always return
No matter where I roam
A love so big distance can’t erase
Eagerly waiting for our next embrace
Always and forever
Your heart will be my home
About the Creator
Crystal Rickman
Young 45 figuring life out. I love words and feel I can express myself best when they are written.
Starting over means taking chances so why not take a chance on putting my words out there... Hoping my honesty and openness can touch people.
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