This Heart, My Home

slapdashmonuments

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.

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The grandest palace, opulent

With every comfort you could want;

The cozy cottage; finest tent

Without your love, feels cold and gaunt.

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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.

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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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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Sweet friendship! I like nice poems, light and airy and positive. Oh, and full of love. Yes.

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slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

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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