Where the heart is

Home is where the heart is..
Isn’t that what people say? But there are times it’s not the truth..
And it doesn’t work that way..
Sometimes there is that someone..
Who comes into your heart..
When you don’t even notice..
And that is when it starts..
That seed is planted deep within..
And then it starts to grow..
And before much time has passed
You’re aware, and then you know..
This love becomes your passion..
And fight it as you will
Your dreams, your thoughts, your waking hours
Keep trying to fulfill…
The burning love that’s deep inside..
That wants to scream and shout
For the one who knows you
Not with cries, “please let me out”
I cannot say how this will end..
I only know for sure..
That there is someone in my heart..
That forever will endure..
So, home’s not where my heart is..
And, yes, it’s sad to say….
I love someone that knows me not
Oh, to hope…maybe someday…

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    mei 27, 2006 om 3:02 pm

    This is a lovely one

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