Thursday, November 21, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

You are my mystery woman. I remember looking into your eyes.Eyes that hypnotise. Eyes that looked deep deep into my soul. I couldn't help myself from looking back. Looking back deep into your soul.We were locked. Locked in an eternal stare. I was mesmerised. I was hypnotised. It lasted a moment. It lasted forever. Our spirits merged. Merged and combined what paradise would I find It was a moment.A moment so sublime...was it a dream that was too good to be true.I'm still locked...locked in that eternal stare. Bonding of souls, most sacred are we.All I want from you is love and compassion.All I want from you is your love and care. All I want from you is...you.I say to you, that all there is, is yours to be taken.I pray you find some comfort in me, I just want to hold you in my arms; Sweet solice of your embrace, In this secret place of ours. Can't it be just you and me? Alone,in this beautiful universe of your love.With your love beside me, I do nothing wrong. With your eyes upon me, with your heart in mine, the cares of this world are left easily behind.When a man loves a woman, he finds inner peace.  A sense of belonging, a sense of release.It is you I cannot stop thinking about,. It is you that makes me happy.It is you that I love. Pinch me, am I dreaming? At the moment you penetrated my soul, my heart shattered  into a billion grains of joy encircled in your arms .Our bodies and spirits connected. I felt you lift me from the realm of earthly consciousness and we soared on the rarefied breath of rapture with kisses, Swallowing the flood of my surrendering soul, I holding it inside your heart knowing it is a gift that you cannot take from me but reverently share with me.Waves crash over our heads.I cling to you, trusting you will not let me drown in this glorious ocean of rapture.Our bodies tumble with the fierce and gentle whims of the tide washed with saltwater and sand. Our love consolidates into a shining stone.My heart fills with unbearable gladness to know pure love that flows and grows with each moment. Contentedly buoyed in your arms...I float into sleep






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