For when I lay my eyes on you
I see hill upon hill covered with red, yellow and blue petals.
Flowers of a lifetime in which I wish I can give to you.
You’re a garden blessed with sweet scent and unimaginable beauty.
Though I have walked through many gardens, yours is what I truly seek.
A place I desire to call my home.

Maybe in your eyes all you see is a traveler.
A tourist to just admire your beauty and leave once the date comes but no.

I don’t blame you for treating everyone like a tourist because once you let a person settle in. You took care of him and his needs while all he does is look at a map for other place to stay in. You wish so badly that he thinks your place is best for him.

I am no traveler or tourist. I have a home that I built for me. But something about your home just pulls me in. Your door which I keep knocking on countless of times.

If only you would’ve just opened.