March 2, 2011 Home. Leave a comment There’s something about the way you get my heart racing, something in your eyes… It’s the soft touch of your hand against mine, your lips on my cheek. Everything about you screams comfort and safety, and when I’m with you; I’m home. About these ads Rate this:Tell the world:FacebookGoogle +1StumbleUponMoreEmailPrintDiggRedditTwitterLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Posted by Marissa Jean in Life Tagged: happy, heart, kiss, life, love, safety, touch