LOVE LETTER/PERSONAL: DEAR SOULMATE...I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE LOVE WAS UNTIL...

Dear Soulmate,

I didn't know what the love was..until I was grasped by your arms  one afternoon.I didn't know what the love was...until I was drinking of your lips-   an illusion that arrived to stay. I didn't know what the love was...until I looked at myself in the mirror of your eyes, and I discovered I could submerge in your world to appreciate the dawns and the dusks of your soul... and mine. I didn't know what the love was...until I realized I laughed as a lunatic in nights of the full moon, when I got my soul drunk with wine that sprang from your breasts. I didn't know what the love was...until I began to live with you! At times my heart is full of love for you.At times it's full of desire.When you walked into my life you brightened my day, you rolled my threatening clouds away and the ones that stayed, had their silver linings. When you say you love me, my heart just melts like sugar on one's tongue. When you look into my eyes my soul is set on fire so you put it out with your kiss.When you touch me my heart bursts and the feelings I have, I can't contain.When you make love to me a feeling of pleasure tingles through my body. When you love me, I completely love you back.You were the one who woke me from sleep and stole my heart with a love so deep.You grasped me from darkness not a moment too soon. The light in you soul was impossible to avoid:Hate, you banished.  Fear, you destroyed. The day I met you the loss of love was quenched. My soul, once so dry, was instantly drenched. Please, you must never forget all that was destined for us... that day we met



As I sit missing you wanting you,....my senses begin to wander.All of a sudden I can smell. Your aromatic scent.I look around, you are not there. With every figure that walks by...They all remind me of you.I blink twice to see that you are not there.The next thing I know....I hear your voice.The beautiful music of your caressing vocalization soothes my soul. I stop for a second only to realize that heavenly sound has gone in that second not only do I realize you may not be there, but the senses I am feeling are not fooling me. I do not smell you, I do not see you, I do not hear you, I am smelling, seeing, and hearing Love.