Dear Future Soulmate,
Many nights I sit and ponder. I dream but I cannot find the truth. Who am I? Who is the one? I go through life searching for.In my dreams you are there with your blue eyes like liquid sky. Blond hair of midnight lust.Your touch sends shiver to my heart and your embrace is like soft silk. On a fresh crisp morning, need I speak of your kiss.Passionate, loving....How long did I long for thee.I count the seconds 'till next I rest in your arms. Every waking hour my heart beats for you. My thoughts are always centered around you, yet when I wake the morning air, cool and soft hits me and I know it's just a dream. Yet how can something so real be just a dream? I know who you are.You know who I am.We hunger for the touch, the embrace of our souls. But one day I will reach you and then all will know that you are real.Your soft arms will embrace me...I can even now feel their warmth.I can see your eyes of blue ice glitter as you look upon me.And your lips-how I yearn for their breathtaking touch...So soft and pure.Always shall I love you.But for now I'll wait for you see, you've already captured my heart.So, it can be won by no other.They all wonder why I sit and wait on a dream, but you are not a dream.You are my life. If it takes forever, I will wait for you hold the key and you are miles away,Yet I know that as soon as you are near,I will sense your presence. For you and I are connected by a sliver of silver thread. My heart is yours and yours is mine and all I ask is that you do not wait too long to bring the key and open my inner soul.For I am but a half without you, you see you are not a dream because our love is written in the crystalline stars. In the quiet of the night,I felt your touch. Two hearts blending as one, Souls reaching out for that familiar feeling of completeness. Peace at last, the day is done.
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