Every heart could be a loving hearth
Every chord you played, the strings were art
You gently pick the melody
of my then-favourite song
You are a strength to which I gladly belong
You are the home of my house
You are the steady of my roam
I feel I’m far too lucky
that in name we each other own.
I feel glad in any case
that I get to listen to you
from another room.
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LiaThePoet 
Wow! Beautiful poem Lia, I truly love this one 🖤🖤. Keep shining friend 🤗🤗💫
Awww! 😃 Thanks so very much, for this kind encouragement. It was just a quick riff, but deeply meant. 🥰🙏
You’re so welcome; it was truly beautifully done and so heartfelt 🖤
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“You are the home of my house. You are the steady of my roam.” I love that. I find such distance at times between me and those I love. But there is also a steadiness, perhaps best expressed just the way you have: “You are the home of my house. You are the steady of my roam.”
We are all roamers of words here, I guess, and we can probably all relate to what you’ve said. There are always beautiful moments to be recognized and celebrated, aren’t there, and the more we can generate the better for everyone, maybe, or hopefully. :))
And … oh my God! … I’ve never heard Alela Diane before. This is beautiful. Thank you for introducing me to her. Love her music!
Right??? Thanks George. :)) A relative sent me this song a couple of years ago and just… wow. Alela Diane is amazing!!! And this song is so wonderful. I used to play it a lot.
And now you’ve got me playing it. And the rest of her pieces.
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Love! Adore this: “You are the home of my house”.
Thank you so much Benjamin!! :)) Always love when you like a poem. :))
I can heat those chords being strummed!
It’s a really beautiful song. And it was lovely to hear it played. :))