They said home is where love is.
I’d say home is Him.
Home is in his arms,
In the way he looks tenderly at me,
In the way he adjusts my scarf around my neck on a cold day.
His love is the home I looked for in my darkest nightmares.
He’s my shore after a long struggle not to drown.
On his chest, I find peace and warmth.
On his lips, I taste his softness.
He holds my hand so I walk steadier.
He walks beside me so I go farer.
He awoke a kind of love I didn’t know it existed inside of me.
He helped me polish my fade colored wings.
He added shine to my tired smile.
And now, nothing can stop me from reaching high,
Coz he promised to be there with open arms to welcome me home after each fly…
Home
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Alors bonnes et belles poursuites de Vols et de Voyages,
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Stunning!
I love every single one of your words. So powerful Dina. Love is indeed – powerful.
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Thanks sweetie. I meant also every single word. Bisous💕
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C’est très beau et tellement parlant. Merci Dina.
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Merci Charef. Contente que ce soit à ton goût💐
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