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.