Home.
You have a smile that keeps my demons at bay,
an ocean of love to wash over my broken bones.
You mend my wounds with soft melodies of hope and kindness,
always trying and always loving.
You give all that you have and all of what you don't,
devotion is your drug of choice and you use it well.
You remind me of early mornings and coffee,
you are the bitter taste in my mouth and warmth in my stomach.
You are always with me,
the distance will never keep us apart.
My heart found it's home,
in those big brown eyes.
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