The Only Way To Say It

  
They say that home is where the heart is,
so tell me where you are?
because I wish to return.

I can personify the sun until she burns cold or
write a sonnet about how the waves of your
love wash upon my shores.

But in the end
it all means the same.

I would speak metaphorically on how our love
blossoms like a fire lily
vibrant with colours and scent engulfing me.

However, even the fire lily has it's seasons.

We have no seasons;

We are the summers sun hot with passion
We are the autumn leaves rich with pride
We are the winter nights by the fireside
We are the springs morning laced and sparkling

There are a million ballads and a million
pictures of beauty

But in reality there is only one way to say it.

I love you.

I want to go home,
To where my heart is
So tell me
where are you?