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There’s something I have come to understand:
The essence of a home is not the place.
Not cottage rooms nor gardens overgrown,
Home is your smile, your laugh, your warm embrace.
Home is the way you tempt me with a treat,
Your smitten golden gaze in candlelight,
An ink-dark wing to shelter from the rain,
A voice that whispers Angel in the night.
And so the brilliant stars return to dust,
Rust blooms on garden gates, flowers decay.
All earthly things just sand within the glass —
This love of ours the only gold that stays.
The home I’ve found in you, sacred, divine —
Our hard-won joy untouched by fleeting time.