People say, “home is where the heart is”
But you are my heart
And my home
You are the rhythm, the beating
The aorta pumping with determination and life
The blood that flows through my entirety
You are the carbon atoms that make up my being
And the stardust of my soul
You are the laughter that fills my ears
That sweet symphony of joy
The vibrations of contentment
You are the tenderness of a lover’s caress
My lover’s caress
You are the delicacy of a honeybee’s landing on a bright Spring flower
You are the Spring
You are the flower
Bountiful and beautiful
You are the smile that encompasses my face
You are the redness creeping through my cheeks
You are the courier of courtesy
And the captain of consideration
You are the soft hum of your guitar strings when you play your songs for me
Just for me
You are every tre flip, ollie, and nosegrind on the gyri of my brain
Your smile is warm
Like sunlight enveloping my skin
Like hot chocolate during the coldest Winter night
Your touch is soothing
Like an Autumn breeze ghosting over me
Like a sip of freshly made tea in the morning
Your kiss is feverish
Like the sweltering heat of the dog days of Summer
Like sleeping with too many blankets at once
You amaze me and inspire me
And with you I am safe
With you I am free
My darling
My dearest
My counterpart
You’re not only my boyfriend
But you are my heart
and my home
About the Creator
Shanna Hackett
Hey! I’m just a 20 year-old college student and aspiring film director and maybe I’ll share some stories on here :) Thanks for reading! All tips are appreciated
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