My Home
You anger me more than anyone else
You showed me how to love myself
When I hear your key turning in the keyhole
I realize its my heart you stole
I know I'll love you when we're old and grey
I know this love is to strong to fade
Its much more than presents and gifts you give
You helped me find my purpose, you made me live
You are my comfort and my home
There will never be another you, a clone
When I pass to the other side
I'll wait for you, my heart resides
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