Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Home

What is a house if it is not a home,
only a structure standing alone.
Ocupy me, fill me with your laughter and dreams, make me burst at my seams.
In my garden I will set you free,
where you can only be.
Touch my walls, walk my floors,
bring happyness through my doors.
I will offer my shelter, my foundations your security.
Within me nothing will harm thee.
We will watch the seasons as the years pass,
you will fill my glass.
Amongst the trees for eternity I will stand,
touched by your hand,
for others a house,
but for you a home.

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