A HOME CALLED LOVE POEM ![]()
You are the morning
that never tires of greeting me,
bringing warmth
even though the rain lingers.
In your eyes,
I learned the meaning of home,
that love
isn't just a word,
but a home.
A Home Called Love

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A HOME CALLED LOVE POEM ![]()
You are the morning
that never tires of greeting me,
bringing warmth
even though the rain lingers.
In your eyes,
I learned the meaning of home,
that love
isn't just a word,
but a home.
A Home Called Love

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