Love found a home, It needed no more to roam, In his arms, it rested, In his abode, it seated. Love was ready for life, It was done with strife, It basked in the sun, In the cuddle of a loved one. The wait was over, The night no longer held sway, Mirth had come its way, Love met with light. Love found a room, A place for it to bloom, Love found a space, With him, it knew grace. Eighth-place win in Poetry Soup Premier Contest.