Friday, December 6, 2013

PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate.....

When I am alone at night.I let my mind open and my heart relax for I know you are here.In my heart and soul...you run through my veins and heal my wounds.Like you healed my heart.You are the air I breathe and the flowers I see.The sun that warms my once cold soul.The blanket that keeps me warm at night.How good you make me feel wrapped around my warming body waiting for you I love to do.Because I know my thoughts are of you alone at night no more will I be thinking of you sets me free.Together forever we will always be.You are the voice that caresses my soul. The touch that eases my aching muscles. The body that swims in my eyes. The person I am one with. The soul that mates with my own. The object of my passion.
The dreams that soothe my sleep.The hand that wipes my tears away.The company that pulls me from loneliness.The light in my dark existence You are the obsession that keeps me alive. Loving you inspires me.Loving you has released me from the chains of a broken heart.Loving you leaves my heart swollen with this incredible pressure.Because I can love you,
Because I love you,Because I'm not afraid to love you.I love you and want to dive into your deep mind and stay forever lost in the wonder of you.Lost forever in the wonder of you. Dive into the warmth of your arms,look into the intensity of your eyes, watch your thin lips move as they speak of everything. I know that time can never change,the love I have for you except to make it deeper still with everything we do. In all my dreams of coming years you are the biggest part.I can get you out of my head but never out of my heart

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