Wednesday, November 13, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: YOU FASCINATE ME

Lady, 

You fascinate me with all your illustrious beauty.I recognize all your splendor when I first noticed your smile that entered into my heart.  Such good times when I'm near you; you captured my adoring eyes anxious to  experience your love.I blow you kisses anticipating the taste of your lips. Ahh, how I admire you and your feminine grace and the warmth I noticed in your cheeks, blushing with romance and love's fire. You release my heart from pain and let me love you... my lady. I dream of you night and day, vivid pictures of you in my mind that filters into my spirit.  I'm enchanted by the loveliness of your face and you fascinate my soul. I long to be held in your arms.Keep silent, my love, and let me just look at you and swoon in your moon-glow eyes.   You are the deliverance of my life; all the expressions of your lips  lift me to glorious skies. Give me for the rest of my life your sweetness so ravish- ing as melodies of cooing doves, and I love to be loved by you as My Valentine forever and more...I can't believe I've found you, my one true love, my heart. You've helped me see the world as I never have before.You helped me see the beauty in everything as I never have. The beauty in me...You've helped me smile a smile of happiness, heart, and love. Happiness of being with you; a heart to see the beauty, and the love of having you. I can't believe I've found you...my wonderful heart, soul, inspiration.You inspire me... to be me.My inspiration grows fonder by the passing of each moon, each sun, and by the passing of each feeling.You are my sun, my moon, my heart.I hold you in my loving arms and hen I awake to find you still.I find you in my arms,smiling and dreaming happily...then you whisper.... "I've found you !"

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