You are my home.
I find sanctuary in the palette that you paint our world with.
You are my sky, in that, you change your colours and your motions and your clothes but you are always there.
Even when I think you are not.
We are unalienable.
You are a fortress, a castle, in which I am a prince and you are my princess.
You give me rest when I need it and you give me love when I need to heal.
You give me a roof over my head even when we are both miles away from home.
You are comfortable.
You are home.
My home sweet home.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
You are my home.
I find sanctuary in the palette that you paint our world with.
You are my sky, in that, you change your colours and your motions and your clothes but you are always there.
Even when I think you are not.
We are unalienable.
You are a fortress, a castle, in which I am a prince and you are my princess.
You give me rest when I need it and you give me love when I need to heal.
You give me a roof over my head even when we are both miles away from home.
You are comfortable.
You are home.
My home sweet home.
For someone so dear to me. My Princess.
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