Home
Your heart is a house with open doors,
And I will gladly come home
To the aroma of tomato and basil
Lingering on your breath,
To the warmth of a fire
Crackling in your embrace,
To the sweetness that settles
In your eyes,
To the heaven of your hug
And the comfort of your kiss.
This is all I have.
This is all I need.
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