Love…
…shows its depth long after the initial nervousness and tentative passion of love’s beginning. It is what remains when the season takes away the easy blossoms and obvious greenery. The roots that survive on the coldest of days is where love finds its greatest power.
Taken from an untitled poem by an author unknown
You feel like home to me;
With your knowing smile,
You can put me at ease.
You feel like home to me;
A safe and peaceful place,
Where I can relax and be free.
You feel like home to me;
The warm and gentle comfort,
Of all familiar things.
