Your smile is my home.

That gorgeous grin takes away the feeling of being alone.

The touch of your lips on mine sinks ships and plummets planes.

Your eyes are my home.

A captivating brown like the fallen leaves of August.

When we lock contact I feel this connection that holds the strongest feeling I’ve ever felt.

My titanium wall of security melts when the flame of your eyes shoot into mine.

Your arms are my home.

The relief from your tense grip is a euphoric paradox.

This with our fingers locked makes my heart drop 5.5 feet.

6 inches left to breathe, while your forearms heat my back and freeze time.

Your voice is my home.

A heavenly tone perfectly sewn by the fingertips of an angel.

A sweet serenade to accompany the lemonade we sip in the shade on a summers day.

The whimsical whisper of those 3 words stirred by your tongue strengthened by your lungs that keeps my heart in tempo.

Your voice is my home.

Your arms are my home.

Your eyes are my home.

Your smile is my home.

I’ve outgrown the 2 stories I’ve roamed for 19 years.

Your love has crushed my past and brought my present in bloom.

A glorious flower showered in hours of kisses and wishes and happiness.

No place, no space, nothing will ever feel like home because you are my home and I know that wherever life takes us as long as we are together…

We’ll be at home.