My Only True Home

I Long to Sail Life’s Currents Only to the Rhythm of Your Heartbeats

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Finally, I have chosen, chosen to immerse myself in you. There isn’t a cause worthy enough for one to die for, save for your love. No stop warrants a pause except the haven of your midnight tresses.

Your face, a mosaic of allure, holds an ideology far more convincing than any other. A place to plummet from grace only exists at the peak of your breasts.

I’ve delved into all the crafts: painting on glass, carving in wood, molding clay and ceramics, yet none could rival the divine sculpture that is you. I’ve listened to melodies plucked on the piano, yet none could match the symphony captured in your gaze.

Your presence is the one novel whose every page I want to turn before the libraries burn down. The taste of you is the last sip of wine I desire before vineyards turn to ashes.

Letting go of my worldly identities, I now wish to be a citizen of your realm. I want to cling onto any fleeting cloud, making its escape with its offspring towards the sea, for I no longer have a home to return to except for the shores of your embrace.

You are my last standing home on the map of freedom, the home that has filled my hunger and sheltered me from fears, and while all other homes have…