The stage has always been my home. The great curtains acting as a dome. Memorizing lines, my get away. Until you came and thought you would stay. It was alright for a while, You were everything except vile. Soon you became by hope. Turning my world into yourΒ Β kaleidoscope. You swept me off my feet. I learned the kinetic theory of heat. That was just what you were doing. My heart you were pursuing. The curtains acted as a dome. Then I made you my home.