A House is Not A Home

A house is just walls, bricks, and beams, A place where structure stands, it seems. With windows, doors, and roofs above, It’s where you sleep, or work, or love. But home… oh, home is more than this, It's where you find a tender kiss. Where laughter echoes through the halls, And whispered dreams in silence call. A house might hold your coat and shoes, But home is where your heart feels fused. Where warmth is not just in the air, But in the souls that meet and care. A house can stand without a sound, But home is where your soul is found. It’s not the space, but who you share, The love, the memories, all laid bare. So, a house may shelter you from storms, But home will hold you, keep you warm. A house is built with hands and plans, But home is made with hearts and hands. A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME.