Is love
Can be found softly resting
Intertwined in the arms
Of an embrace
Heartfelt
Or the small space
That sits between the shake of two hands
That come to each other with nothing
But peace
Is familiar territory
And sometimes not
For the character within
Those four walls
Can turn any dwelling homely
But is most at home
At home
I have done neither
Love
Nor home justice
My words tremble
At the thought
Of their reality
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