You are the only one I ever called a home

A poem

Photo by Vittorio Staffolani

I could have a house
A roof over my dome
But you are the only one
I ever called a home

I tasted everything
In the world and still I feel
That you are the only one
I would ever call a meal

I noticed all the beauty
I think I’ve seen enough
When you were the only one
I ever called a love

This body is just a body
Where this soul is sitting tight
But it flies when you were the only one
I ever called my Life

You are me and I am you
I hope that it might help
Knowing you are the only one
I ever called my Self

I only called to talk to you
No human will I bother
Know you are the only one
I’d never call another

I left my place not to return
And find you while I roam
Because you are the only one
I ever called my home

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