Wherever You Are
A poem
A poem
Home is not just a country or a city,
it’s wherever our laughter fills the air
and your hand finds mine
in the softest of exiles.
Home is where our souls intertwine,
where we breathe in sync,
two hearts beating as one.
It matters not the location,
the address, the coordinates,
for home resides within our embrace,
our whispered secrets, our shared dreams.
Home is the haven we create together,
a sanctuary from the harshness of the world.
It’s the space where we shed our armour,
where we are free to be our truest selves.
Whether amid bustling city streets
or under the canopy of distant stars,
home is wherever we find solace
in the warmth of each other’s arms.
It’s not about the physical place,
the structure, the roof over our heads,
home is the connection that transcends,
the belonging that can’t be confined.
So long as your hand is clasped in mine,
and our laughter echoes bright and free,
then I am home, my love, my everything,
in this softest, sweetest of exiles.
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