Home is a Place Of Love

Beneath a roof, within these walls, Where laughter’s echo gently calls, The essence of our lives converge, And tender memories emerge. Home, a haven from the storm, Where love and warmth are always norm. No grand facade, no towering spire, Yet here, our hearts are set afire. In every corner, stories bloom, Bright colors paint each humble room. The kitchen hums with fragrant cheer, As shared meals mark the passing year. A porch that wraps in calm embrace, The sunlight’s dance on every face, Soft whispers of the morning dew, And twilight skies of every hue. Here, love’s sweet symphony unfolds, In whispered secrets, hands to hold. It’s not the walls, nor tiled floor, But hearts and souls that mean much more. For home’s where dreams take gentle flight, A beacon glowing through the night. In every creak and whispered sigh, A testament to ties that tie. Beyond the windows, the world spins fast, Yet here, time’s gentle hands are cast. A sanctuary, pure and true, Where we become our very best selves as a new. In home, we find the truest part, Of who we are, both head and heart. A tapestry of love and grace, The meaning found in every space. Here roots entwine with branches high, Stretching toward the endless sky. The love that anchors, deep and strong, In this sweet place where we belong. For home is not a place alone, It’s where the seeds of love are sown. In every heart, a sacred dome, The place we cherish, call our own.