The problem is
You feel like home.
Your voice feels like home.
Your eyes feel like home.
And your arms
Feel like home.
Somebody once told me
Not to make my home a person.
And I think making my home you
Is rather like moving into someone's house
While they're off to Florida for the holidays
But...
It is cold out here,
And you are
So ******* beautiful.
And who needs metaphors, anyway?