Home is Love
Home is love and love is home,
One word, can it describe my syndrome.
My eyes keep closing but i’m so relaxed,
Even though I’m not tucked back.
I think I know where I am,
So light I feel, do I weigh a gram?
Loneliness, could it be?
Or maybe this place just feels homey.
Vests could be your protection,
Even if love is my selection.