Home is Where the Heart Is...

If home is where the heart is,
then mine has long brown hair,
and big pretty eyes,
that beckon with a stare.

I could roam this entire glorious sphere,
but return to the same fire e'ry night,
and still sleep within my fold,
because she is within my sight.

What is this feeling heavy and cold,
that drowns me where I stand?
For when she is distant remote I become,
even when surrounded by my own land.

So now I confront the struggle of life,
and still stationary do I roam,
and pray for the day she does return,
so I can sleep at home.