my safety zone

my bedroom is supposed to be one of those places where safety is supposably found so easily,
but when i think about it...
it's actually being in the arms of someone.
someone fantastic,
someone beautiful,
someone great,
someone just beyond what words can describe this person as.
it's the fact that
i've fallen in love with the way his arms just hug me so tightly

my safety zone.
my comfort.

the struggle of trying to get out of his arms
the struggle of trying to get out of his love
his care
his hands clasped as he wraps his arms around me
as we lie
so peacefully on a soft bed,

it's an everlasting struggle
of trying to release
it's impossible
just simply inevitable
his love is so strong
it keeps me safe with its strength
it'll battle whatever comes its way
maintaining its safetyness
maintaining its undying love

he is my fortress
his love keeps me safe,
accompanied by his soft, loving arms
his love
is my safety zone.
my comfort.