I'm not sure of very much,
very much at all.
I do know that when I feel your touch
it's a sweet and gentle call,
a firm hand tugging me into your arms.
The warmth as you surround me,
your presence that calms
so that even the darkest storm cannot be.

The love of a best friend is familiar,
but I've never loved anyone like I love you.
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror
except it's not me, it's you that I so deeply value,
because you grab my face
and kiss the tears until they go away,
because you hold me close and erase
the doubts until I feel okay.

The creases in your face from smiles,
giggles that I evoke from you,
are a constant reminder that while
times are hard, we will get through.
Your skin against mine,
the smell of your hair enveloping
the room in a twisting twine
of heavy eyes and limbs welcoming
sleep and comfort at last.
You are my true comfort and home;
before you I was but an outcast,
now I will never be alone.