Heart is Where the Home Is
This old companion of mine,
With me before I drew breath,
Bearing the weight of my joys and pain
Till we, together, greet merciful death.
You, who urges my love to expand
Then, in pride, doubles in size.
Who accepts my wounds when others spurn;
A chrysalis in which I can hide.
My friend, constant, always with me,
Depending on me, as I do you.
Colour my vision, inform my decisions.
To you may I ever be true.