Home is the scent of the woody incense you burn in our cozy living room
Watching movies together as the smokes fills the air,
Clearing all negative energy from the outside world.
Makes my soul smile.
A fragrance that brings me peace.
Home is the taste of your signature Saturday morning brunch.
Fluffy, savory scrambled eggs topped with sharp cheddar cheese,
Rich, diced potatoes dressed in red and green bell peppers,
Paired with a cold glass of Moscato wine
Sweet as fresh white grapes and summertime peaches from the garden.
Such a blessing to have a man cook for me in this manner,
To treat me like a queen.
Home is to feel your fingers playing in my hair.
Transports me back to my 20s when I had dreadlocks.
Remembering how you retwisted my hair once a month for me.
Our monthly one-on-one time
To talk, laugh, sing, bond together.
Sweet memories of the early years of our love.
Home is the sound of your voice.
Your New York accent that I love so much.
A comforting reminder of the place I grew up in the '90s.
When my days consisted of playing with dolls,
Making homemade playdough,
Wearing roll-on body glitter to school.
Simpler times that I cherish.
Home is the sight of your bright smile every morning.
That smile, that smile, that smile.
That loving smile you give.
Smiling at me like I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.
The same smile you gave me the first day I met you when I was just 23.
Always have been
Always will be.
To be home is to be in the presence of your love.
You are my safe haven,
My comfort after a long day,
My unwavering joy in a turbulent world,
My precious love,
© 2021 Goddess Clo
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