My Home Is You
A poem
Home is where the heart is.
It's more than a warm place to stay.
It's more than a build over your head.
It's more than a place to stay.
More than a place to park a car.
It's you when I see your dark hues.
When I feel your chilled arms around my waist.
Waking up to see him watching me every morning.
Feeling your love inside every morning.
When you make me tea when you make me breakfast in bed sometimes.
Having meaningful conversations about anything we desire.
A house is just a building without you I feel like I would be a stick in the mud.
About the Creator
Louise Blake-Michael (Risen Phoenix)
LouLou maintains a boundary between her professional endeavors and personal life. She wears many hats as an author, blogger, and content creator. In various projects, each one a testament to her dedication and passion for storytelling.
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