There is this place.

Magical.

Mythical.

Legendary.

A place where,

The breeze is warm.

Where the scent of lavender fills the air.

A place where,

When you close your eyes,

Only the hum of bees,

And the chirping of birds is heard.

There is this place.

Where troubles are cast aside.

Where pain is forbidden.

Where anger and hate is denied.

A place where laughter is your only response.

There is this place.

Secret and safe.

A place to hide openly.

Transparent.

Comforted by the gentlest soul.

Protected by the fiercest warrior.

There is this place.

Calling to you,

Reaching for you,

In your darkest moments.

In your greatest happiness.

There is this place.

Made of granite.

Yet soft to the touch.

As if silk or petals.

Or mist after a rain.

There is this place.

Vulnerable.

Waiting.

Here.

In my heart.