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