Is there only one way to describe what it means to be home?
Some say a house is only a home if there is a mother to talk to at the end of the day
Others believe that a house is only complete if the silence is replaced with a child’s laughter and barking dogs
But to me home means coming to you
Your eyes serve as the windows to show me all that is beautiful in the world
To gain sight of all that I am still ignorant about
Your body serves as the four walls to protect me from the unknown dangers that permeates the air
Shield me from thunder and rain
Save me from the dark and bad dreams
Your arms serve as the door to protect all that is important including my honor
Your heart serves as the room inside this house
A room for one
Where the walls are papered with memories of us
The floors are made from all that flowers you have given me
The furniture built from our dreams and desires
Electricity runs on your love for me
So I hope it never goes out
The best part is that only I have the key
So pucker up and let me in!