Friday, October 11, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..I THINK WE DID THIS BEFORE

Dear Soulmate,

I get the feeling we've danced this dance before for when I look at you it's not you I see but something inside you I feel. When I look at you, many names flash through my mind as though I've call you by these names before. I wonder, in the past, did my love for you show. Did I help make your dreams come true.Or was our time cut short by some tragedy? Did I lose you to cancer or did you lose me in a war? Which simply left us yearning for more,so again we volunteered for the dance. Just to get a chance...maybe true love takes many lifetimes to grow. Now I clearly see the challenge...even though it' easy for me to show you how I feel, I must find a way to show so deeply my love for you. I must find a way to so deeply touch your soul so next time we meet again You'll know it's me, no matter what costume I might be...It's me. Oh,My love,you're always there by by side. I know you will never let me down. I never once had to think twice about giving my life to you. Realizing you're everything I need in life.Your love is all I'll ever need in this world. I never doubted you about never loving me, knowing someday you'd love me as I loved you.Trying to escape your love would be impossible, Knowing everywhere I'd go your love would go with me as well.Pieces of you make me whole and give me daily strength. When I put the pieces together, I have my love at length. We shared our hearts and combined our thoughts even with distance between our bodies. Our souls connected all the parts. Harmony existed in our dreams, There we created a bond that grew and being apart isn't what it seems because I find pieces of you inside me.What I wouldn't give to hold you in my arms, to feel your body next to mine, to keep you safe from harm. I want to make you laugh and smile everyday. I want to make you happy in every possible way. I want to dance with you in the moonlight and sing with you in the rain. I want to take away your sorrows; let me bear all your pain.

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