love letter (from a writer)

if it’s hard to get over it inside my head, there is yours now.
when i’m done with my struggles, the space there is ready for love
so if home can be anything sheltered and anything cozy,
welcome home. i will hang there the curtains and flowers above

welcome home. this is not a reward for your tryouts and patience,
this is rather agreement we both would be better this way
‘cause i knew on my own how to deal with the most situations,
i just had no idea it’s brighter with someone to stay

the alternative to overcome is accept and get lighter
stop demanding and appreciate, i’m reminding myself
there are no recipes for devoted and passionate writers —
we are made for experiencing stories to treasure and delve

since you’ve met me, you’re definitely, definitely part of the story,
co-creator of something that many will afterwards hear
if my heart is a wild pinewood forest, a large territory,
there are trees you can plant there and birds you can put there, my dear

taking care of the birds and the trees is the path i have chosen — 
may those choices be something i never regret, for a start
i’m not sure what a home is, — i’ve had them a couple or dozen, — 
but our story has made me to shyly inhabit your heart