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My Home
November 3, 2015
After a hard day,
walking into my house
smelling like peach blossoms
is soothing.
Hearing the door open,
and knowing who
it is, makes everything
that much better.
He comes into the living room
and lays down with me.
His arms holding me
and my face tucked
into his chest smelling
his American Eagle cologne.
I'm home.
No matter where we are
together, I'm always
home with him.
I turn my head,
out of his chest
to see him smiling.
Smiling because he's
happy.
Smiling because I'm
happy.
Smiling because he's
home.
And smiling because
I'm home.
© Sarah S., Poland Spring, ME
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My boyfriend, Caleb C., inspired me to write this because of how great he treats me and how happy he makes me.