to my place of rest,
to my solitude
your eyes would always look like home,
your name would always sound like love,
your warm embrace would always be my favorite place,
and your hands would always be the ones i would want to hold
between the 1 am conversations
and the 7 pm laughters,
before going to sleep
and right when i wake up,
it will always be the thought of you
as my person,
as my home
just like what they always say,
home sweet home
finally, i'm home