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
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 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.