Home. Poem by Eman Awad

Me and my heart are so tired,
though we are still so young.
Passion and loving life we admired,
and nothing wrong we have done.
We fall for what we think is right,
and we get hurt in silence.
We seek love so pure in light,
we wait to love with vilonce.
I am who was broken before,
i fall and stand and never to be weak.
I swim so hard to the safety shore,
i pass by people and landes but home i seek.
Home is where he is waiting,
with so much love in his heart for me.
Love inside of me is overrating,
dreaming of him in an endless reverie.
I know he is there,
or he is on his way.
I know that he is the only one to care,
and i love him more every day.
I'm destinated to be his,
and love him till i die.
The end of my painfull lonliness,
the final tear to cry.
Are you the one?
i can never tell.
But dear to me you've become,
i'm under your spell.
Every thing about you attracts me,
with a force stronger than gravity.
I fly in your presence inside,
and my heart beats for you.
I keep you costantly on my mind,
i hope that this dream come true.
I feel like i need you so much,
this days i feel so lost and alone.
Your smile to my heart is a velvet touch,
will you be the one to wait for me at home...