You're My Home (bellacoronel91) wk-8

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You're My Home


We've never thought we'll ever be

Sitting on this bench, aged but happy


You became my umbrella

When life rained us with melancholy


You became my coat

When life hit us a storm of misery


You became my home

When life gave us a family


And even the verdant leaves

Have started to fall...

We are still each other's love,

Through seasons and time, after all.

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