Tuesday, October 15, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

I write this story about a love so true about a man and woman who could be me and you. They shared their nights of passions and days of pure delight. I watch as hand in hand they stroll so gently by. The smile upon his face is mine. The looks she gives are yours. The years of love have carried them along this loving path. And as I look upon this pair Its easy to realize that someday it will be you and I hand in hand gently strolling by. Before your touch,I dreamt of a silk hand resting over mine. I dreamt of a warmth I then thought only a fire could provide. I dreamt of a field of flowers where I could lay...But that was before your touch and before I found that being in your arms was better than any field. Before your kiss, I thought of chocolate as the only thing that could soothe my soul. Strawberries were the sweetest things to ever press against my lips; My lips which spoke words to other's ears. but that was before my lips spoke my most precious thoughts to your heart. Before you, I lay awake at night and prayed for love. I sat in my chair and pictured a face that would stare back into mine- Eyes that would hold me. and arms that would keep me safe, hold me dear. But that was before I found you and discovered  that I could have more than just a dream- I could have you  It's funny how we started.You were a stranger But one call from you led To something deeper. I was lost, you found me. You were not a dream.But you made me see Beyond a world so dim. It doesn't matter If I haven't seen you Just hear my heart shouting louder. Honey, believe me, I do, I love you with all my heart.

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