Monday, January 27, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..YOU ARE MY SUNSET

Dear Soulmate

I lay here next to you, and think of all the times we've had. My head is flooded full of memories of the good times and the bad. I smile and put my arms around you and hold you close to me. I close my eyes and wonder what you're dreaming, wonder what you see. I kiss you softly on the cheek and watch you softly sleep in bliss then I lay my head on your chest and think how much i love simply this.I never before saw such a sunset as the one withheld in your eyes. And, as I gaze into this sunset,a peace and comfort within me arise. This sunset is like no other.It is special, from the viewpoint I see. This happens, once a lifetime, I will never see another for, this view of the sunset means a lot to me. I want to be locked into this sunset and never part from the one I love.And, as I'm lost forever in this special sunset. I'm reminded that you are the only one I love. There's nothing quite as beautiful as you. Nothing like your face, like the warmth of your embrace. A kind and gentle soul whose love runs deep and true there's nothing quite as beautiful...as beautiful as you.Seen the hand of nature paint the landscape green. Seen the breath of winter coat the rivers and the streams. Seen life beneath a sea of china blue but there's nothing on this planet quite as beautiful as you. Your being fills my senses and makes my spirit start to climb.When I'm with you my soul can rest. I want to be with you forever more. On this special day.I make a solemn vow. To love you endlessly in the best way I know how. To love you through the days.To love you through the nights. To love you through the wrongs.To love you through the rights.To hold your hand through all,...your laughs, your thoughts, your fears.To have you close to me,

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