My Meaning of Home

A House is a building so empty and bare, It has no Love, No Heart, No Care. In a House there’s no family to call it their place, No children to run to the door as they race. No Memories, No laughter In the house, The amount of happiness is as small as a mouse. It sits so lonely along the street, People walk and ignore anything but their feet. There it is in the tranquil city, nothing in it but sorrow and pity. A Home is a different kind of passion. It has an exquisite type of fashion. There’s love and happiness in the air, there’s meaning in every table and chair. You get the Ecstatic feeling of Admire that lights your heart and soul on Fire. Inside the Home there's a feeling of Jubilation that anyone can feel all throughout the Nation. Stand in the Threshold of the room, You feel Elated and without Gloom. Feel the Love, No Hatred or Despair, Only love is in the air.