Home Is
Home Is
If home is where the heart is
and if that's really true.
Then I know now that I'm at home
whenever I'm with you.
Like a single raindrop
nestled in a cloud above.
No fear of ever falling
I already fell in love.
Snug as a bug that's in a rug
or a flea on a hound dogs back!
A partridge in a pear tree
a train safely on its track.
Like salt that found its pepper
like sugar finding spice.
Like lace that's mixed with leather
or naughty mixed with nice.
Like stars that found their heaven
way up in the skies.
I know I found mine
when I looked in your eyes.
Like poetry and parables
like the beat that's in a song.
How can something feel so good
and yet still not be wrong.
It's like sunrise meets the morning
or sunset meeting night.
It happens without warning
nothing ever felt so right.
If home is where the heart is
and if that's really true.
Then I know now that I'm at home
whenever I'm with you.
Edwin C Hofert
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