My Heart, Your Home.

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You need not roam,
come home from Rome.
In sunrise, sunset or even gloam,
my heart is your ever-ready home.

My land is filled with loam,
plant on it, you'll see a healthy rhizome.
I've made a bed of soft foam,
my heart is your comfort, come home.

All knots and obstacles, let us comb,
I'll be your Jayne if you will be my Jerome.
Together, let's inject ourselves with love syndrome,
you don't have to be alone, come home.

My heart is your home,
come in, let the sun smile on us,
let the moon caress our faces
and let us write a new page of our life, or probably a tome.


Thank you for your time.


My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

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Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order



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