Their Soul is not your home

Fickle and ever changing emotions, like tiny dust particles, that disappear in to the abyss without warning.

By all means, love deeply, but never expect to combine your soul to theirs.
Because my dear, a soul is not a home, but merely a companion on the journey.

A soul can bring both sunshine and rain, whether in the pleasure or pain.
But a soul is not a home.

A soul can burst and expand, yet still be void of the depth that you crave.

Remember this, their soul is not your home.