His Abode Is A Broken Heart

It takes a quarter of a century

To realize love is nothing

But a path, a journey

To reach a place

Within

That is HOME

To all the wounds

To despair, to that cruel indifference

The abode where stays the first kiss, the blush

That adrenaline rush

The place which is calm as a blue lake

The place that is a volcano within the veins

Love is that rain

To reach that welkin with rainbow

Love is the path to that pristine space

Which is HOME to the Divine

As HE always inhabits a broken heart