Thursday, October 31, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF YOU FINDING ME

What are the odds of you founding my profile and read my words...and you falling in love with me right there? What are the odds we`ve met before and not knowing it? How do I know you even exist, and that you`re looking for me? I think about you everyday, and I don`t even know who you are. I already love you. And so do you. You`ve watched the same movie you have thought about me (the man you will love one day) You`ve dreamed about me, and the way you want to touch me.You`ve slept in your bed, the way I do. Maybe when I laugh you suddenly get a chill. Maybe when I`m asleep, you`re awake wondering where I am in the world. When I`m coming, you`re going the other way. It`s you I adore, and the reason I wake up each day...is to find you. I can`t wait to find you and love you the way you should be loved.My way...so sweetly...so gracefully...so passionately. What are the odds of you even belonging to me, Or if I deserve you, the woman I haven`t seen?  The woman who should be in my arms each night. The woman who should be there when I`m at my weakest moment. What are the odds of our souls being the same? Well, whatever the odds, I wait for you. I`ll wait for you. Whatever the odds may be.Wonderment of our first kiss would be sseems to invade every waking moment I have.Only taking my breath away and leaving me gasping to taste your lips again.Oh, love is truly my enemy and greatest comfort at the same time Rose pedals cover  your breasts in a sunset's shadow in my dreams. Holding love in constant pause throughout the night that carries the moment deep into the heavens. You covers me with longing as your eyes caress ...the very essence of my soul. Angels dance to the sound of a single word uttered from your lips, While I, a mere mortal, am captured in its trance.  I lay motionless until a single breath from you drives a sweet breeze into the depths of eternal bliss, I, then, see you melt into the morning...and know love.Life became so special and important to me because I now have a reason to live and that reason is you.You've shown me the way to happiness

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