In your smile, I found my grace,
In your arms, a resting place.
Not just passion, not just fire,
But something deep that won’t expire.
With every breath, I realize,
Home is found behind your eyes.
This is where love lives and grows,
Through every high and all the lows.
No need to search, no need to roam,
In your heart, I’ve found my home.
In your arms, a resting place.
Not just passion, not just fire,
But something deep that won’t expire.
With every breath, I realize,
Home is found behind your eyes.
This is where love lives and grows,
Through every high and all the lows.
No need to search, no need to roam,
In your heart, I’ve found my home.