Hiraeth
(n.) homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.
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the sun was setting behind the horizon of my soul
and my drowsy eyes were glancing around for a home
it took me a while, seeking for something that I know
to have a sanctuary of our own where we'll live and grow
where our love will be soaring high and worries will be low
there were scarcely any colours in my dream world
just the same black for nighttime and yellow for sunshine
you touched me and suddenly I could see the magic
those hues of colours painted me into something fantastic
and we were colourful in our home, relaxed and romantic
let's close our eyes and go back to that heaven repeatedly
caressing my cheeks and kissing my lips, you told my heart
how everything would be fine and how much you loved me
in between your warm arms in our home, I felt positively free
for all the locks of my life, I have that moment to be the key
I couldn't help but feel homesick for a person - it's you
the moon was rising in the world where time had stopped
and the distance between our yearning souls was erased
you leaned close to me and ran your fingers through my hair
pulling me close and holding me like my youth's teddy bear
taken the weight off of my shoulders and threw it elsewhere
intertwined with you physically, emotionally and spiritually
I'd like to go back to the moment now that I am drained
it almost hurts that I cannot be in our home right now
just want to jump into your tender embrace somehow
love each other till our last breaths and take the forever vow
let's close our eyes and retreat to where it all started
where we had no obstacle to stop our love for each other
our cheeks were red, and there were goofy smiles on our faces
wherever you are near, it's always the safest of all places
we have found our dearest home in each other's embraces
today I am homesick for someone I belong with - it's you
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our home is where our heart is; sometimes it's not a place but a person.
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.
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