this house could be a home

you call me 

home

not a vacation house

for you to

visit on holiday

or rent out

but home.

and home isn't solely

where the heart is.

perhaps it begins

with the heart and soul:

these are the first steps 

at least

to make a house a home but

a home is somewhere to spend time

to return to in the evenings,

to eat your meals and

hang up your problems and

live.

the heart is in the home however

more importantly the home is in the heart.

yours in mine and mine in yours.

so stay a while.

hang up your coat and your history

and move in.

lock up and find comfort in my arms

look up and take comfort from my face.

change your address to my smile and

ket me keep you safe.

This poem is about: 
Me

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