So long had I travelled the lonely road
I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight.
I find my place
The lonely road, no longer I roam
We met, and were one in the heart’s desire.
You feel like home to me
Like a comfortable easy chair
A place where I can be myself
Where I can go to be free
In between the warmth of your embrace and the fierceness of your touch, I find my place lost inside your soul.
A place I can call mine.
A place where I can grow old.
(Your soul feels so much like home, that when I met you, I finally understood what they mean when they say Not all who wander are lost. For I always find myself wandering back in your arms… [‘Cynthia Go’] ).