The Love of a Home

The love of a home, Isn't just in a dome. It's in the perfect biome, The perfect place to roam. The people; children, parents and pets, Where the sun never sets. This dome you see, Is one filled with love times three. Its were souls laugh and love, where a dove meets a dove. Its crazy, surprising, where laughter never stops rising. The house sits there, and you can notice it's quite bare. DON’T have the spirit of a house, where there's darkness in the air. It’s sad, quite easy to compare. Love is a thing that everyone can share. It has nothing, not even love. And there's no light above. It's not filled with anything, no love, yes, it's a scary thing. The house can change, no matter the size, changing into a home, has quite the prize. I love the home, even if its empty, and the people inside it are the MVPs. It's everywhere, the love, where no one would think to shove. A place that will keep you warm, a place where there will be no angry storms. This is a place you will never groan, yes, this thing is the love of a home.