Home

This is based off a line from a book I'm reading. It's in a boy's pov, but I hope you enjoy.
Home is her eyes,
Dark green of the forest,
A hint of laughter that was lost.
Her voice is the call to me,
Crisp like the air in the fall,
Pure as freshly fallen snow.
She can't be mine,
She already found love,
Can't change it.
Her heart is the revolution,
She could change anything,
Her strength unimaginable.
I would love her with my life.
I would never hurt her,
I would never do anything to her.
When I look at her,
Its like something priceless,
You could never touch it.
When I want to be another place,
I would look at her,
And be home.
Category:Poetry