his arms,
that never cease to wrap me so tight,
the feeling of safety consuming every inch of your body.
and his lips that fill you up with warmth,
the show of love his lips in-close.
there is no such thing as a wrong consideration of home.
your home may be the one your parents raised you in
but my home is him.
my future husband.
the home i consider is the one whose arms wrap me so tight with so much utter love every chance he can.
the home that spoils me with as much love he can possibly hold.
the home i will one day marry. my favorite place in the world. and he is my home. my future husband. not a house with walls and rooms.
no, my home is him and will be until death.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
