My Home

If someone ever asked me to describe my home they might be confused.

Because my home does not have ordinary windows.

But instead two brown eyes that sparkle like gold in the summer sun.

And they might look at me like I’m crazy when I tell them there’s no rooms.

But instead two arms that comfort me more than any bed could do.

There’s is no roof or backyard, no attic nor a basement, yet there’s so much more than an ordinary house. 

I do not have to pay rent, or any bills, 

The house is free.

And no matter where I travel the house is always with me.

Because the house is no ordinary house at all.

Actually it’s not even a house.

But instead it’s a person who I find my rest with at night.

My house is a girl, so beautiful and kind.

And I think the world of her I’m so glad she is mine.

Honestly I didn’t expect this part to rhyme,

But what can I say she’s one of a kind.

You can give me one story, two story, or even three. A loft, a mansion, or even a castle. But honestly I wouldn’t want any of them. As long as I have her, my home will always be better.