Because when I wake up in your arms, the sun warming my face like a spring afternoon, I know there is no place I’d rather be. As my lips trace the sure lines of yours as if they are etched directly into my memory, there is no doubt this is home. I don't ask for much. Shelter for my deepest thoughts and trust built on the reality that you hold my secrets in your hands. When it rains at night and the air smells a sort of wonderful sweetness, I want to fall asleep in the arms of someone I love. When it's cold outside and snow's covered the hardened ground, I want to sit in front of a fireplace blanketed by the warmth of a friend and good drink. When I've had a bad day, when I don't feel like talking, I want silence in the form of companionship. When the autumn air is crisp, the leaves are falling and shadows hang heavy in the afternoon sun, I want to walk holding hands discussing life or discussing nothing at all.

I want to love in the wake of the morning and in the darkness of my sleep. I don't ask for much, really, I only ask for a love I believe in.