
A house is a structure, a place to reside,
A roof overhead, where we can hide.
It's walls and windows, a shelter from the storm,
A place to rest, to keep us warm.
But a home is more, than just bricks and mortar,
It's a feeling of love, a sense of order.
It's the laughter and tears, the memories we make,
The love that we share, the bonds that we create.
A house can be grand, with all the finest things,
But without love and warmth, it's just a shell, nothing rings.
It's the people inside, that make it a home,
The love that we share, that makes it our own.
A home is a place, where we can be ourselves,
Where we're loved and accepted, with all our flaws and our wealth.
It's a place to grow, to learn and to thrive,
To be our best selves, and to truly come alive.
So let us cherish, the homes that we've made,
The love that we share, the memories we've saved.
For in our hearts, we know the truth,
That a home is where love, is the ultimate proof.



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