home is not the place where my house is, nor is it the pillow i rest my head, which i call bed, my home is your heart, your smile is my safe place, your laugh is my music, and your heart is my home, and i hope i can stay in your heart for forever
Evening sun bathes with a warm glow of gold Tree tops devoid of leaves and roof tops so cold Frozen power lines stretch high from pole to pole And cars are parked where neighbors are home.
It was 5 PM. I was washing dishes. My eyes wander. I look through the window and see the deep blue, azure sky and trees glowing in a rich, orange, golden light. It's a winter sunset over city roofs. I quickly grab my cell phone and rush outside to snap photos. It's bitter cold, but the city sunset is beautiful and heartwarming.
My heart melted when I read that poem I read the poets bio It said he loves his wife He said he writes just to see her smile My heart thinned out more Sank straight to my stomach Then to my soul I wish I could have seen the smile When he referred to her As his lioness