Poetry

Homesick (#692)

Homesick but where is home?
I stay here, there, yet my heart is in roam,
Where I am now, I could spend my life,
Is she really my real true wife?
So much in love yet in conflict and disarray,
Homesick at least once a day,
Religion not the same,
We agree to disagree so no one’s to blame,
I like what she dislikes and the same for her,
Life passes me by in a blur,
I get homesick.

Any Thoughts?

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