Shapes and locks

We’ll search the world for the perfect place to settle. A place that feels perfect for a whistling tea kettle. But home is where the heart is and mine is where ever you go.  You wear my hat so I’ll follow. I’ll follow you I’ll follow the embrace you make when I can’t seem to catch my breath or a break. There’s no mistake. In the way our lips shape and lock  My love we’ve been doing this forever I haven’t forgot. I was simply lost but you found me. 

You found me finding you.

I never wanna play hide and seek again. I missed you. But the heart knows where home is and mine is with you. 

Now Shape and lock me so we can tread this path together in chasing forever.

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