Home is where no eyes stare,
where hearts open and care.
Above the trivial petty fights,
we find ourselves in happy delight.
Sophisticated and calm words;
talk of the weather, not absurd.
My philosophy, my art’s form;
a tear in your eyes breaks my heart.
For this, I had to define words,
not something I disturbedly turn from.
Your arms, I do need them,
for in my heart, sometimes I sin.
My mood uplifts when your eyes I glance,
because behind me, for you I’ll dance.
Warmth exists deep inside; I fight
with my own shadow to bring me light.
Every night I dream a dream; I’m shy
to look too deep; every night I love your sky.