Unhoused love: A symphony of souls

n the shadows of a heart’s retreat,
Where dreams dissolve and hopes entreat,
There lies a tale of love untold,
Of a homeless heart, so pure and bold.
In streets adorned with starlit skies,
Two souls unite, where destiny lies,
A bond unbroken, against the tide,
Their love, a beacon, cannot hide.
Homelessness, a burden worn,
Yet love’s embrace, their spirits borne,
In the darkest night, a fl icker’s glow,
They fi nd solace in each other’s woe.
Their shelter, not in brick or stone,
But in the warmth, their hearts have known,
For love, it knows no walls or doors,
It dwells within, forevermore.
With tattered clothes and weary eyes,
They seek refuge beneath moonlit skies,
Their laughter echoes through empty streets,
As they dance to life’s symphony, so sweet.
No grand abode, no lavish domain,
Can match the love that they sustain,
For in each other’s arms, they fi nd,
A sanctuary, one of a kind.
Through rain-soaked nights and bitter cold,
They brave the storms, their spirits bold,
Their love, a fortress, unbreakable,
Against the world, they stand unshakable.
And though they lack material wealth,
Their love, a treasure, beyond all else,
In each stolen moment, they are rich,
For love, it knows no price or pitch.
For what is home, but where love resides,
In tender whispers and gentle strides,
In laughter shared and tears embraced,
Their love, a refuge, cannot be erased.
So let us not judge by circumstance,
The love that blooms in a transient dance,
For in the heart, true home resides,
A shelter where love forever abides.