You often ask me
About the places I love,
The ones I have visited
And the ones I wanted to!

But my fickle heart
Would ask you all at once
What does “places” mean.
And could it be defined?

Can it be a street shop
Or should it be something more,
Should it be posh and fancy
Could it be just my home?

If place could be a person,
I would say your name;
Cos be it rain or shine,
You are my happy place!

If place could be a feeling,
I would say your smile;
Cos when I have a bad day,
Your smile would blur them all!

But, if place meant only “places”
And nothing less or more;
I would choose your shoulders
With your arms wrapped around;
Cos, of all the places I’ve been
Only that could keep me warm!