Wanderlust is not a call to flee,
But for my heart to open endlessly.
It’s not in miles that my soul must roam,
But in the depths I find when I come home.
For home is not a single, static place,
But new-found wonder in your familiar face.
It’s every path we choose to walk as two—
A map of us, unfolding ever true.
So let us wander, not to leave behind,
But to expand the world we’ve redefined.
Each journey makes our love more wide, more true—
My home is not a place. My home is you.
Wanderlust
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