My home is in your presence my dear,
My hearth in your smile,
My feast in your eyes,
Not a day in this life has an empty box felt like home the way you do,
You who makes me feel loved beyond any ability to doubt,
You who ensures my warmth even in the coldest nights,
You who lends me your light when my path grows dark,
You my dear, you are home.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
