Hearing you laugh feels like coming home,
And falling into your arms after a long, tired day.
Your voice suspends in the evening air,
And it seems as though I could reach out
And pluck it, like a blossom from a tree.
There is nothing I would not do for you,
No pain too strong to endure for you.
In the silence of the pastel dawn,
Your love nestles in my weary heart
Like a tiny bird in a silken nest,
Singing so softly, a devotion lullaby,
Making herself a home.