This Heart, My Home
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
There's no place that can feel like home
Without someone who's kind to you.
Most any place, if I'm alone,
Fills me with heartache ochre-blue.
The grandest palace, opulent
With every comfort you could want;
The cozy cottage; finest tent
Without your love, feels cold and gaunt.
But with you smiling at me, dear,
The bleakest heath or city curb
Becomes my haven, free from fear,
And nothing can our peace disturb.
Please! Never leave me! Be my friend
And let me bide with you always!
If you will stay, to you I'll tend
And ne'er desert you, all my days.
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Sweet friendship! I like nice poems, light and airy and positive. Oh, and full of love. Yes.
- #2227 Posted 2 years ago
For me, real friendships (as opposed to relationships that will never become more than an acquaintanceship) are based on love, and my feelings for my friends are indeed loving feelings. I don't feel that platonic love is secondary to romantic love at all.
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