Friday, January 10, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

Today someone asked me if I would like to be able to go back and change all the things that had gone wrong in my life? I thought at first the idea seemed appealing. I'm comfortable in the knowledge, that since you arrived in my life you have brought perfection.You have given me something that no one else can.You have this incredible soul with the gift of laughter, the miracle of honesty, friendship, and the blessing of a caring soul.That made me think that there is no point of going back.In this world, nothing compares to you, not even the sun, moon and stars that shine through and through. Everything about you is beautiful,which makes me wonder. How can a person be so perfect,yet love someone that's such a blunder? My heart stops when you are near, just knowing you are roaming this earth, makes me wish you were here. You are breathtaking beyond all recognition,no matter how hard life becomes, you're still my ambition. There are many creations, but none as precious as you, it's a blessing  there's someone out there so perfect and true. I sat down with the thoughts of you. Ready to write you a poem brand new, but I couldn't describe you with the right words.There are many thoughts going through my head, but there's one I missed that I just heard. I picked up a poem that I just wrote and it read,

"I THOUGHT ABOUT BEAUTIFUL, WHICH IS WHAT YOU ARE.
I THOUGHT ABOUT LOVE, WHICH STANDS AWAY SO FAR.
THOUGHTS OF YOU MADE MY HEART BEAT.
ALL THROUGH MY BODY, THERE WAS SO MUCH HEAT.
YOU ARE MY HEART'S DESIRE.
YOU HAVE JUST SET MY HEART ON FIRE."

With words like that, where's the meaning of love? I've searched through the words, which are only a few. Time has passed and after reading and searching I've found that the meaning of love... is you.

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