Sunday, October 13, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate,

My love for you is like a crystal. It is a perfect love.Will you ever know it is me? I love you, and I always will. You are as hot as the sun. When you sleep beside me, Will be the day of my dreams.My love runs farther than the deepest ocean blue, Your smile is warm like the bright summer sun, In my life I want the heart of just one. For my world to be complete I need you in my arms, To kiss you, to love you, protect you from harm.Love is like staring at the sun: dangerous, blinding, painfully beautiful. I look in your eyes. Laying next to you, I realize whatever may come, you and I'll make it through. When hard times come, and all seems lost; I struggle and try to understand, to save our love at any cost. We may fight and argue, and I may not always understand. but when those difficult times come, I'm praying for God to lend us a hand. No one knows what tomorrow will bring,or if we'll have forever,but as long as I live, as long as I breath, I'll wish in my heart, you and I'll be together. As a friend, a lover, a mentor, teacher,You'll always be my touchstone. You've filled my heart with countless joy.You're my home. I'm sorry if I've caused you undue stress or pressure. I didn't mean to hurt you.but when you're close to the ones you love, Sometimes that's what you do. I can't imagine my life without you, Or your funny little grin. or the way you make me feel inside; The happpiness I'm in. My sweetheart, that's what you are; the love of my life. and someday if you'll let me, maybe I'll get the chance to be your wife. Until such a day, when the birds will sing, and unspoken joy will fill my heart. From my heart and soul, your love will never depart. When I dream, I dream of thee. Of love we made so vividly. In my mind, but a fantasy.You have become reality

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