Looking For A Place To Call Home

I've never felt that sense of comfort in my beating, still beating, heart. A place where his arms are my safe haven I never want to leave. Protection against the withering weather which nips and nocks on my door, rattling the glass slick with wet rain drop tears. I want to witness a sweet white snowfall that is brighter than the city lights in his eyes. Nothing can compare to how crazy his smile make me. Weak knees only more like jello with every whispered secret from his lips to my ears, goosebumps as the tears are wiped away and promises to never hurt me are still in one whole piece. A blush that spreads across my pale cheeks as he finds the words to ask me to be his forever even when forever won't come close. A truth in knowing he is mine and I am his and the trust that when we let the world know that there will never be a goodbye. Arms like towers to keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. A place in his arms where I know I'm safe. Where I know I'm home. Keep still my beating heart, we haven't even met.