Warm hearth and table tops reflecting,
Orange and yellow jumping flames.
My hand holding an apple,
And crunching, crunching and scrunching.
My home.
Steamy doors of my shower,
Springtime front garden flower.
A garden filled with so much overflow,
In which everything can grow.
My home.
My heart, your heart beating in synchrony,
Us sitting arm in arm on our sofa.
In the kitchen, eating bread and honey.
The aromatic room.
My home
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I would like to translate this poem
Home is just life flower of love. Wonderful really.