There’s a feeling that grows whenever I stare into the pools of his eyes, it’s the home, 

Where I am centered in love, and everything is alright, where I rise in glory and pain subsides, where the doors shut down intruders and his arms hold me tight, a place where the deepness of how he looks at me reflects more than words could ever say… 

I get lost in the blueness, swim in desires, make love to his soul. And when I hear his voice it’s a reflection of my own, a reflection of our oath, of us. 

His heart that I hold in my chest, behind the ribs of my bones is a treasure only he owns. How lucky is he to love me, and how lucky am I to love him.