Home is He.

My Love,

Who is the music in my soul, my heart who he stole.

The day to my night, home is a wonderful sight.

And Home is he; my cup of coffee, my morning tea.

A sip of him, my day is less grim.

And he smiles and waves and I melt away.

The simplest of things, the joy he brings.

And he; into my arms I welcome. And with him, his skin, bad thoughts are seldom.

And so, a kiss to my lips, two hands to my hips,

A slow dance in the night, he pulls me in tight.

With butterflies in my gut, a tension the dullest knife could cut.

And home is he, where I feel like the only she.

Where my shortest days turn to endless nights.

Where the stars are no match for his everlasting moonlight.

And home is he, where my heart reaches new heights.