Some of the base molding is missing
and there are small cracks in some of the walls
Dents from previous tenants
And putty-filled holes
But to me, this house
Is our home
In this place,
I lay down by your side
And awake to see your glorious blue eyes
Here, we love and laugh and play
Here, we exist in our own little world
Wherein you are King and I am Queen
And I would not have it
Any other way.
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home is wear you make it. beautiful poem
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Indeed it is, Joey! Thank you!
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What a sweet piece.
Home is such an abstract concept. You can have the best house and still feel like a guest.
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Yes, you are so correct! A house may be a building, but a home is a feeling.
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Home is in the heart and heart is in the home. ❤️
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Yes, Eugenia. A heart determines when a physical building because a metaphorical home.
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Your happiness radiates through your words and I’m so happy to read that. It gives me hope that love is indeed still one of the most beautiful things in the world.
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In my opinion, it truly is. Love is not perfect, only the love of Christ is, but we try to model our marriage after that love. It can be hard and it takes work, but to me it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
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