A poem on the meaning of home

It's not just bricks,a roof, or steel,But the warmth of comfort that I feel.A place to laugh, to cry,to rest where I am safe and truly blessed.its in the scents that fill the air And knowing someone will be there A sanctuary, soft and bright, where dreams can grow throughout the night.its Love,not walls that makes home,A place to rest wherever my room . A quiet, cozy, safe retreat, where my heart finds its happy beat.