When Love Finds A Home

But i dont want to go anywhere! Your arms are where i take a break from the heavy business of breathing.
They’re where i find my freedom- it’s magical to be held and be free at the same time, when you whisper gentle “i love you”s in my ears, I can’t hear the clocks tick..
No one has to leave, no one has to say goodbye, i can keep running with your hand in mine and i can tell you time won’t ever be able to catch us. When i keep my head on your shoulders, the world becomes a quiet place, the winds become kinder, the skies become prettier and love doesn’t seem so scary afterall.
You see, the love that I’ve known is a vagabond.. It’s always in a rush, it always has somewhere else to be! But maybe it isn’t love at all?
Because your love is patient, your love doesn’t leave the dining table angrily, your love stays outside the door with my favorite flowers in its hands.
Your love is everything that makes a vagabond want to unpack and stay.. For the first time in my life, I'm not scared, I’m not worrying about packing my stuff and leaving on time, I’m not thinking about the ending of a story before it even begins, there’s no hurry!
I am here and i want to stay~ I think that’s what happens when love finds a home.