It's the Feeling

You feel like home.

The kind of home where it's just you and me,

and I'm safe from everything.

You feel like fun.

The no alcohol,

let's go jump off that cliff and into the sea kind of fun.

The fun where we can go on adventures

or stay in bed,

and never be bored.

You feel like sunshine

in an eternal summer by the beach.

The kind of sunshine at seven in the morning,

when the heat does not scald you yet.

You feel like stars on a clear night,

nights when the wind is warm

and the constellations flicker above our heads.

Nights I'd like to spend watching the sky reflected in your eyes.

You feel like fresh air;

like a crisp mountain breeze,

like a calm lake side shrouded in trees

and all we'd do is sit on the grass and breathe everything in.

You feel like wonder and moonshine,

like reckless nights and drunken mornings,

like waking up to gray clouds and a light drizzle,

and warm pillow talk.

You feel like the world is at your fingertips,

and it's such a wonderful time to be alive.

You feel like everything I'd ever want and ever need.

You feel like a ball of light in my dimly lit world.

You feel like you,

and that's more than enough.