He is home when I am Homeless.

I wrote this for some one for thier birthday.
Tell me if you like it. But if you don’t it is’okay.
Cz I love it;)

He is home when I am homeless
He is water when I need a drink.
He is a rope when i am starting to sink.
He loves me when I am a mess..Without my makeup.
He is a kind prayer with leathered hands.
calloused fingers that feel so smooth across my softest of skin.
He moves me.
He is a tender kiss after a long night.
He is there when nothing feels right.
He is the taste I crave.
He gives me a reason to be brave.
He is home.
He is whispered poetry in my ear.
He is my most favorite song, I always want to hear.
He is the strongest force to reckon with.
And the softest hands in the night of nights.
He is my home.
When I am homeless.

That be it.
And because I do not want him to read it before I give it to him…Im making it favorites only;)
Laters.
Siarai