“What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?”

The stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.

Our love is that light up every room star.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

But once your eyes met mine, addiction blossomed and I was undone – petals unfurling toward the light you held.

Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.

Write me a poem in Morse code, goosebumps on my skin and lines on your neck.

Your legs twitch in your sleep like you’re running to me in your dreams.

Look at our story: It is enduring.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.

Every word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present.

We are built on a foundation of facades.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.

Without you, I’m lost.

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore. I’ve been evicted.

I have seen humans call for “change” only to bid her go home, and return on a more convenient date.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

Christmas at my house is always at least six or seven times more pleasant than anywhere else. We start drinking early. And while everyone else is seeing only one Santa Claus, we’ll be seeing six or seven.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.

Modern candidates seem to have to live with political matters all the time. In my father’s time, a politician’s home was still his castle.