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Home. It's not where you live, but how you live on.
Home. A place of surrender and belonging.
Home.  A person who shares your heart, your world, and your hopes.
Home. A heart worth keeping over long distances.
Home. A place where parting never happens and nothing intrudes.
Home. Someone you return to at the end of the day.
Home. A voice that calls to you and a body that warms you.
Home. A kindred spirit, a love that never dies, but is constant.
Home. A place in time for laughter, whispered conversations, passion.
Home. An echo of serenity, of calm, of being pleased to be pleased.
Home. Shared bliss, where there are no losers, only winners.
Home. My heart, my body, my soul, my mind.
Home. You.
You are my home.
Home. Take me home.
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MeiJay Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2012  Student General Artist
This poem really made me think about my personal life and about my lifestyle, which is what poetry should do; make you think about yourself and dive deeper into your heart. You're very talented, because I seriously think this could not have been formatted any better.
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MariposaLuna Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2012  Student General Artist
Thank you. I wrote this as an answer to a question I had been asked, and also as a reflection on what I consider to be my home. When I reflected on what the word "home" means to me, all I could think about was my partner and my friends. Over the past few years, I have not only lost my childhood home but also have found that the environment within my parents respective homes has become hostile. I live in a dorm currently as I work, live and go to school in another town north of my hometown. Although I love where I live currently, it is not where my friends and my partner live. I have realized that what makes my life worth living is knowing that when I come home, I can come home and talk to my partner. He makes me feel at home, even though our relationship is long distance. So essentially, this poem is for and about my partner. Thank you for your comment on my form, because the repetition is a reminder to him and me about what makes me define home like I do. I had hoped to make this something someone else could relate to and it seems I have. Thank you.
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MeiJay Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2012  Student General Artist
You're welcome :)
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