Friday, January 17, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE YOU CARRY THE CIRCLE OF BEAUTY

Dear Soulmate

Every time I think of you, I get a smile on my face. One that warms me from the inside out,and puts my heart at rest. Every time I have a dream, I see your face again, It beckons me to come closer, but disappears before I'm there. Every time I imagine you, a bird whistles a song, a tune that gives you hope, and the strength to go on.And every time I talk to you, I feel so out of sorts,just like a little boy with so little self-control..How would I live without you and why would I want to. You have given me so much happiness,..in such a short time. Without you in my life,..I'm not sure my life would even be mine. When I met you ...it was like a whole new world opened up for me; I saw a totally different view...and only because of you. The sunsets & rainbows that I had admired suddenly became so much more colorful and having you to share them with, made even the stars shine brighter.When I am with you it's so magical,..I'm so afraid that I will wake up,..and it will all be a dream, If so,..I never want to wake up, I want to stay in your magical beam,..and slide down rainbows,see your face in the sunset,..and hold on to my shining star,I thank God, each day, for bringing you into my life and for letting me be a part of yours,..he has given me so many miracles, I wonder sometimes why he doesn't give up on me, but them he knows best,I won't question him,..You have that twinkle in your eye like the stars in the velvet sky  when we hold hands we just sit and stare. When I'm in the shadows you show the light I see you everywhere I go even when I dream at night. You want our love to show when I kiss you time goes slow. I can hold our love from here to there. I feel the silk on your hair. I said you are a cutie.I told you "you carry the circle of beauty" I know everything will be alright because I'll be lovin' you when I dream at night

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