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Published: September 18, 2018
Being where you're meant to be
Sets the heart aglow
"Home is where the heart is"
Isn't that how it goes?
Whether atop a sunlit hill
Or buried deep in snow
In those halls is a rare comfort
That sweet warmth of "good to be home"

But what if one's heart
Isn't housed in brick walls
Tied to city or country
Or to this world at all?
Can one find their home
In another voice's call
Find their forever in a heart
For which they never knew they'd fall?

Souls mingling and melding
Sharing agony and glee
Till they find a home in one another
Is the most lovely sight to see
That's why I'll pray for nights on end
To any and all powers that be
That my heart becomes home to you, sunflower
Just as your heart feels like home to me
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Do you know how much I want you, How anxiously I miss you. How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you. It's like the way my heart grows, With each moment I am with you. Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you. But I know how much you love me too, How there's tomorrow for everything. Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.
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Marco
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce, sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola. Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce, ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola. Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce. Te sei avvicinato e senza parola, sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce, m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola! "Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato. M'avessero dato un cielo de carta... le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato. Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta". De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato. Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta. L'Amore ricama le strade del fato co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta. M'hai
I
I love you.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep, Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams, Touch my lips when you wake up, And whisper in my ears while I sleep. I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat, Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me. And when I wake up it was your lips, Or maybe it's all just a dream. But when I declared "I love you", I could feel your lips at my ear, Whispering the sweet melody, Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
© 2018 - 2019 ForTheLuvOfApplejack
The saying "home is where the heart is" speaks to me in a lot of ways. The way I see it, you can always feel it when you are or aren't where you're supposed to be. That's why I felt the need to write this for :iconpastelprose: today. From the day I met her, she's done what she could to make me feel comfortable and safe, and now more than ever, I feel my happiest and most relaxed whenever she's around me. Her heart is my home, and not only do I hope she feels the same towards me, but I hope our relationship can grow to a point where we get to live with each other and feel all of the comforts of home even when we're out in the world together.
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Do you know how much I want you, How anxiously I miss you. How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you. It's like the way my heart grows, With each moment I am with you. Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you. But I know how much you love me too, How there's tomorrow for everything. Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.
M
Marco
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce, sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola. Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce, ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola. Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce. Te sei avvicinato e senza parola, sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce, m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola! "Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato. M'avessero dato un cielo de carta... le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato. Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta". De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato. Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta. L'Amore ricama le strade del fato co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta. M'hai
I
I love you.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep, Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams, Touch my lips when you wake up, And whisper in my ears while I sleep. I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat, Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me. And when I wake up it was your lips, Or maybe it's all just a dream. But when I declared "I love you", I could feel your lips at my ear, Whispering the sweet melody, Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
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