It is you I so desperately want to return home to
To talk about the madness or simplicity of my days… to listen to talk about what you did while I was away
No matter how mundane or simple - it is you I crave to return to.
To build a home out of concrete (walls) or straws, to share not just a room and bed but thoughts and words
To know as intimately as my own soul - to admire more than all else to the farthest (truest) extent who you are (as a whole) and everyday fall in LOVE, but most of all always treat you like gold.
To have conversations that span eternity - to be awestruck as the first time we met
To desire above all else… to have us a little nest with our young that we hope to raise with gentleness and care. To sing like mockingbirds and flaunt like peacocks for you and only you my dear.
To be devoted to you and only you my dear.

"Il Bacio (The Kiss)" by Francesco Hayez (1859)