Monday, November 11, 2013

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: I DREAM OF YOU

Dear Soulmate,

I dream of you in the day and night.In my every moment I see your caring ways.Your nurturing love I dream of delicate moments in a soft bed huddled in each other and relaxed and protected. I dream of you this way,always. Your impish ways and your devilish smile.Our fulfillment, in loving intensely,relaxed in the joy of understanding healing together amid life's confusion. Guide me home my love, to where you are,it can't be far. To a loving place.To your caring face where my love can be reflected to my warm bed. This love we share reminds me of a raging fire.You are the arsonist of our love is the fire.Fire that burns deep within my soul and doused with mental stimulation thus, creating large sparks of love, laughter, warmth and human kindness.Sparks blowing out of control, for I feel them in my sleep. I attempt to fan the dangerous flames of love , but I can't fight, for I am overwhelmed.This flames of love are filled with emotional vapors.This is the hottest fire I've ever witnessed as the fire rages higher, it takes my breath away, but yet I inhale the smoke of love. The smoke of love engulfs every living cell of my body and mind  The sensation feels good running up and down my spine.I am scared for life, this arsonist and fire impacts my life forever.Yes, I've gazed into the raging fire- I began to melt helplessly I slip into unconsciousness from the shock of the aftermath.A fire so hot it continually burns.Vividly I see incandescent light which yields me to a conscious state.Now awakened, I am grateful  I walked through the fire and found the arsonist. A year later the fire rages on in our relationship, hearts, and in our words.My Heart is filled with love, and you are in my dreams, flying like a dove and we dance on moonbeams.You Took me by the heart,

and led me to a beautiful place.You gave my love a start,the moment I looked into your face. My heart is yours, you hold the only key, for you will be my only lover. I'll love you from here to eternity, 'cause my love for you belongs to no other.

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