Home isn’t bricks, nor a place on a map,
It’s the warmth of a heart where love overlaps.
A shelter unseen, yet steady and true,
It lives where someone still thinks of you.
It’s in quiet moments, in whispers that stay,
In the way their care never drifts away.
Though miles may part and roads may bend,
Their thoughts of you make journeys end.
It’s not in walls or doors held tight,
But in the comfort of their inner light.
A prayer unspoken, a hope that’s near,
A reminder you’re cherished, held so dear.
So when the world feels vast and unknown,
Remember the place where love is shown.
For home’s not a structure, cold or new,
It’s the place where someone is thinking of you.
It’s the warmth of a heart where love overlaps.
A shelter unseen, yet steady and true,
It lives where someone still thinks of you.
It’s in quiet moments, in whispers that stay,
In the way their care never drifts away.
Though miles may part and roads may bend,
Their thoughts of you make journeys end.
It’s not in walls or doors held tight,
But in the comfort of their inner light.
A prayer unspoken, a hope that’s near,
A reminder you’re cherished, held so dear.
So when the world feels vast and unknown,
Remember the place where love is shown.
For home’s not a structure, cold or new,
It’s the place where someone is thinking of you.
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