Home

There's a little space in your arms

that feels like home.

Like the home I want eventually,

warm and safe and welcoming.

And when I think of you that warmth fills me,

but I feel an absence constantly

when your arms aren't tightly holding me,

because that's where they're supposed to be.

And it seems absurd, but honestly

the only place I want to be 

is in the space in your arms

that feels like home.

There's a little place in my heart

calling you home.

To where you belong, right next to me,

my strength, my smile, my love story.

It doesn't matter how long our history

or if it makes sense to feel so strongly,

because being with you makes me so happy

that it feels like the only possibility.

It may be absurd, but honestly

since the day we met I've been feeling

that little place in my my heart

calling you home.

There's your handsome face in my mind-

you look like home.

Like all of my hopes are crystallizing

in shining blue eyes looking down on me

and sometimes it feels like it's hard to breathe

because my chest is so full of belonging.

And I don't even know what you feel for me

but I can't keep my heart from somersaulting

and I know it's absurd, but honestly

the only sight I want to see

is your handsome face and your smile

that look like home.