Returning Home

I thought I had found a home
in the town of fado by the river
And could at least feel at home
again in the flat lands

But here and abroad
All the magical places lost
their splendour and colours
Since you are not with me
to paint them no more

My home, your home, is not
in external, geographic places
It is in the radiating love
within our hearts
It is in the warmth we feel
when we are in each other’s arms
It is when our eyes lock
And magnetize us together
As though we were one

It is there
It is that what we find
when we return home


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