Sunday, December 15, 2013

PERSONAL: WHERE IS THE ONE, I LOVE THE MOST?

Where is the one, I love the most? When will she touch my heart...And tell me things I need to hear. Where will we meet, somewhere in time? When will she notice me...and realize, I am here. Though we're apart, not near but far.I feel that I could reach you there...and let you feel I'm sincere. Show me that you're for real.Love me true, take my heart and keep it safe... make it pure.and you'll find happiness within. Happiness, a word that is so true- All because of you.Love, a word that guides me towards... forever- All because you have kept me together. You have become the love of my life, And I know that you'll be here for me Through sorrow, happiness and stress. To see you again makes me happier than I have ever been.To feel your arms around me, with love, Makes me see that you officially hold the key. That means everything to me. The key to my heart is now in your hands, And it is up to you to satisfy its demands. The wait is over and together our love is stronger than ever and now we can be together forever. Forever is to be spent in each other;s arms and our love will never do us wrong. With you coming... my life. It is now complete and our happiness and our love  will never decrease....You're every breath of air I take. You're every sigh and move I make. You're everything I do and I do it all.. for you. You're the shadow within my soul.You're my fantasy come true and, I want to be with you. More than anybody before. If it was a song. I would sing it to you softly every night. If it was a book. I would read you story after story, until you were sure you'd sleep tight. If it was a poem. I would make every word rhyme,  until I was absolutely sure there was no more time.But it's not It's only my love. Mine to give to you, to do with what you please. Because I love you 

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