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
Quiet Reliance Poem
QUIET RELIANCE POEM In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows, I lay my thoughts where stillness grows. Among the leaves my longings fall, A silent wish, the softest call. May storms within you find their peace, And let the weight of sorrow cease. Let love descend like...
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