Home isn't always four walls and a roof, Sometimes it's a person, sweet and aloof, A girl with kind eyes and a perfect smile, Who makes you forget the world for a while. You get lost in her gaze, so warm and inviting, And suddenly the troubles of the day start subsiding, The comfort you feel when she's near, Is something that can never disappear. She is the place where you can truly be, All the layers stripped, and you can see, She accepts you just the way you are, No pretense or masks, just your innermost scar. Home is where you find love and peace, And with her, it's never out of reach, For in her arms, you find the calm, And know that nothing can ever cause you harm. So, to the kindest and sweetest girl, With pretty eyes and a perfect smile, Thank you for being my home, And for always making me feel less alone.