The house that’s beauty
Isn’t it’s home,
My heart’s a traveler
It’s meant to roam.
Roam like a nomad
It won’t stop,
For him in life
Love’s just a pit stop.
At points in life
It halts its pace,
To witness beauty
To experience grace.
And in this brief moments
when understanding deepens,
That’s where it stops,
That’s when love happens.
But beauty isn’t everlasting
And grace fades with time,
Yet the heart remains ever young
Always in its prime.
Parting with the two
It continues ahead,
Because journey’s incomplete
There are roads to tread.
Again in his quest
He finds beauty and grace,
Once again, oh yes,
It halts it’s pace.
Again in that moment
It’s understanding deepens,
Again o again
Again love happens.
Remember the heart’s a nomad
It is supposed to roam,
These paths are it’s rhymes
This journey his everlasting song.
Remember this gospel,
The word of the wise
The feeling that’s love,
Yes, it can happen twice…
