Wednesday, October 30, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE A VOID WAS FILLED

Dear Soulmate

I've felt this empty place inside almost all my life but when I met you a void was filled. A loneliness so unbearable,a love so close to touch, my mind hysterical,I love you so much. I wake up each morning with you on my mind and I keep on living the whole day this way, thinking about you just wanting to say...I love you. And I wonder, do you feel the same or am I gonna be alone, time and time again, My prayers have been answered. My angel has fallen into my arms and into my heart, Your are the one, my one true love. You are the girl of my dreams, you are,My Angel! I wrote your name on the sand but the waves washed it away.I wrote your name in the clouds,but the wind blew it away.I wrote your name in my heart and forever will it stay. My love when you feel lonely and feel like no cares..do me a favor and go out into the darkened night, look at the shiny light  in heaven's sky so bright. I just wish I was there with you  tonight to show you my love for you is pure and so very right. You will see the precious stars looking down on you, they will send you a message from me to you. They will let you know that I am thinking of you and they will let  you know how much I love you.  They will tell you how much  I want to be with you more than anything in the world, my love .You're my true destination of living and my passion for life,  my miracle of dreams, my heart melts deeply and passionately for you.  My soul is flammable with rage and passion for you. Essentially, I love you. I trace your lips With my finger And watch your eyes speak. They say, "Do you love me? Will you stand by me? Can you be trusted? I'll die if you're lying." Oh, dearest, take my heart.Take my life, my soul, my essence. One "us" is greater than two of anything else. Have my children. Let's grow old together. Let's laugh, cry and love. Please believe me. Essentially, I love you.

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