Home Sweet Home

Welcome home, my darling, my songbird, my muse,

My princess, my light, my life, the woman I was destined to choose.

I cleaned, I swept, I dusted and replaced the old with the new,

So please, my dearest, show me a smile for all that I have done for you.

 

I know it is tough to forget the ugly old rug covered in nasty and large stains,

But I ripped it all out and bought you new floors in only a matter of days.

And the roof is now glass to see the night sky or feel the warmth of the sun’s rays,

But built so strong with steel and bronze to last through the stormy Mondays.

 

Oh and the walls! They are colored so bright and bold because I know you hated them shy.

I painted over it all with the colors you love to make you feel more alive.

I know we still struggle, gorgeous, the paint peels away at little for every tough time,

But the earthquakes shake all the bad out, proving this house is one that survives!

 

So please, will you please love this new home; this palace I made for thee?

I love you so much, I changed how I live so you’d like to live with me.

Look, I put mirrors all over, in each corner, so you can always see the beauty I see.

I worked so long and so hard because you’re worth it and certainly earned it, in its entirety.

 

So she looked and examined, never a sound leaving those soft lips,

Every crook, every cranny, every foot, and every inch.

She circled and paced every which way, drumming those delicate fingertips.

My heart stopped and raced with every breathe she did take without a single one missed.

 

Finally, after what felt like years had passed, she looked gently into my eyes,

And she stared, and with delicate care, kissed me for the very last time.

I felt a tear roll down her cheek as it lighted touched mine.

And without a word, not a whisper, nor peep, she left out the front door without saying goodbye.

 

There I lay in a cold, lonely bed, in a home still drenched in wet paint.

I saw no point in crying, it served no remedy for the pain.

The quiet, the sadness, and the solitude all fueled my journey to become insane.

This home is no home, abandoned by the soul purpose for which it was made.

 

Home sweet home is a home I don’t know, but a home all adore to see.

I have built a mansion of love, a palace of passion for all those except me.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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