She knew she found her home
When she rested her head
On his chest
Next to shoulder
Where it held his heartbeat.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart is My Butterfly
PoetryThe heart is my butterfly And my love is my sky And the stars are the night But the roses are my moon And now the story starts But the dreams haven't ended.
She found her home in his heartbeat
She knew she found her home
When she rested her head
On his chest
Next to shoulder
Where it held his heartbeat.
