Why must we say with words
what can never be explained with words?
Others may say it better:
but you are home to me.
Just thinking of your laugh
is enough to make me start to laugh,
and I sing the songs you write
when I'm walking alone.
When I misquote Shakespeare
- I'm forever misquoting Shakespeare -
you always know the next line
it is the lark, my love!
Why must we be profound
always defining what we have found?
Can't really say it better:
yes, you are home to me.
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