A place of beauty and delight in which I'm free to wander,
A maze with twists and turns and places to sit and ponder,
My own shelter to protect me from the stormy night,
My own window seat to wish upon the star bright.
This place of mine is magical beyond compare,
It is filled with unconditional love, enough to spare,
The walls are tall and strong and protect me well,
The rooms are warm and cozy my fears they quell.
I Have....
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I have you- and that's more than enough!
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