Home is Where the Heart Beats True
Home is not just walls or doors,
Nor high ceilings, nor polished floors.
It is where my soul finds sweet retreat,
A haven warm, a steady beat.
It is laughter ringing through the air,
A gentle touch, a loving care.
It is shared meals on a crowed tabled,
Stories told, both fact and fable.
Home is where I am free to be,
Unmasked, unbound, completely me.
Its memories woven through each space,
Comfort is found in every place.
It’s not the size or grand display,
But moments small that light the way.
A whispered word, a knowing glance,
The quiet joy of life’s slow dance.
Home is love, its endless tide,
A compass strong, my place to hide.
No matter where I choose to roam,
The heart reminds me, this is home.
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