You’re unmade sheets and breakfast in bed;
You’re stolen glances and messy kisses;
You’re knees bumping against each other under the table;You’re shivers I feel down my spine and lazy smiles;
You’re messy hair and beautiful eyes;
You’re warm cuddles and soft sweaters;
You’re Scrabble games played at midnight;
You’re clumsily dancing in the living room;
You’re off-tune singing in the shower;
You’re laughs and giggles and chuckles and chortles;
You’re shades of colours I didn’t know existed,
You’re feelings I didn’t know I could feel,
And things I didn’t know I could say.
(You’re my home. I feel safe with you.
I care about you. I love you.)