Writing poetry to you 
Was once so easy
The words poured out
Nearly effortlessly 
Now I struggle for words
To adequately explain
The depth of emotions
That I feel for you 

You have become
my home
You fill my world
with beauty

Before we became a we
I had a house of my own 
Filled with laughter
And never-ending noise
But as the days passed by
My loneliness echoed
Loud even in busy moments 
Refusing to be ignored
Reminding me I was alone 
With time I came to learn 
A house isn't always home

You have become
my home
You fill my world
with beauty

Together hand in hand
We write our story
Even when our house
Is still and quiet
I feel you next to me
You wrap me in love
Keeping me warm
I need nothing else
For you have become 
My Home