Where I belong

Home is love , a place from which you com from, not just a building built of stone and bricks ,but some were built of memories and hope. Home is the smell of cinnamon on the stove making my heart warm like the sun .home is a place which i have three of. Their all so tall yet i love them all. Home is an ocean that stretches so vast every time an act of love is done my heart my ocean ripples softly like a tear has just fallen. Home can be anything you wish mine is love .Home is where i belong