They say, "Home is where the heart is."
When I hear that cliché
I do not think of a house
with a yard
and a dog
and a white picket fence,
back there,
in the states.
I think of you
with your eyes
and your smile
and your stupid mustache,
right here,
in Korea.
They say, "Home is where the heart is."
My heart is with you.
You hold me in your arms
and I am home.