I want to be yours.

I want to be your secret.

A secret that is so cherished that it's kept under lock and key.

A secret that is guarded like a hidden treasure,

Treasure full of jewels, rubies, and golden earrings.

I want to be your secret that is heavily protected,

Protected to guard my paper machetted heart that is fragile to even the slightest breath.

I want to be your hiding place.

A place that is warm, that welcomes and comforts a tired body

Somewhere that's flooded with full soft light that sooths

That soothes softly with every hue of yellow and gold and shining speckle floating.

I want to be your hiding place

The place that to arrive is a journey

Where you may need a map to find,

But once your there you never want to leave,

And once you've left, you never forget how to return.

I want to be your hiding place.

The place where time stands still.

Where the air lingers and floats with every breath.

Where only you and I exist.

I want to be your song.

The soft melody that fills the room with bliss.

The song that gentle hums and hangs around your ears

I want to be your song.

The song that you dance with to find comfort.

The song that lullabys' you to sleep

And the song that lures you awake.

I want to be your resting place.

Where you can lay down your weary head

The place where you can let your walls down.

Where you can set your exterior down.

I want to be your resting place.

Where your weary mind can find peace.

The place where your heart can fully feel safe.

I want to be your safe place.

I want to be yours.

My sweet, sweet love, I want to be yours.