Monday, February 17, 2014

DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

Words can never explain how much I really love you. Thoughts can never fully conceive how much you mean to me.When I think and wonder..how much I really care about you my mind asked me to surrender.All my life for you as I look at your eyes something lovely tickles my heart.It makes me feel on top of the world as if I've taken the wine of love. The beautiful smile on your face tells me your love is real.The gentle kiss from your lips speaks to me the message of love. Each time you hold me tight my heart beats at the speed of light. I feel like remaining like that in the sweetness of your love. How I wish we remain like this that we may never fall apart.Only your love could set me free from the den of loneliness. Oh how I long to hear your voice 
and want so much to see your face. I need to feel the warmth and security of your embrace. When your lips touch mine,my heart beats, oh so fast and when I look into your eyes I see this love not fading to the past. Laying by your side  brings smiles to my heart and takes me to a world where we never grow apart. Singing sappy love songs, as I think about you; I know you're always here for meand for you- I'm here, too. Dreaming every night of who God sent me from above, leaves me speechless when I wake;for it's with her I am in love!



I missed you today...
   when once again I awoke and you weren't here
I missed you today...
   and it brought a rush of tears
I missed you today...
   with the silence in our home
I missed you today...
   and I knew I was alone
I missed you today...
   as I drank a cup of tea
I missed you today...
   and I wondered if you missed me

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