Friday, March 21, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate,

Every moment without you I am missing you. Every kiss, every caress, every word. My heart plays havoc with my tortured soul.The tears want to spell out my vulnerability.  The pain wants to brand itself in my mind. The song my spirit sang- on pause.Needing so bad to hear I Love You, missing you. Needing to be held in your arms, wanting you. Needing to feel your kiss upon me, loving you.I need you now more than ever before. You set my soul at ease. Let me know that everything is OK. I just want to top...Missing you. When the Sun rises in the West...I will stop loving you.When the Ocean blue is drained...I will stop loving you. When the Earth stops spinning...I will stop loving you.When the Ocean freezes over...I will stop loving you. Until those things should ever happen, my love for you will be so true,Even when my heart has beat its last...I will keep on LOVING you!!  When I gaze deep into you beautiful eyes,all I can see is the bright starry skies.The twinkle in your eyes was a gift from up above,I am telling you this with my affectionate love.     When you stare at me with those beautiful eyes,I can see all the great passion you have for me.I can promise that our love and devotion will never die,because when I look into your eyes that is all I see.Your beautiful eyes are so deep,the way you gaze at me with such passion.While I lie in bed at night, it is hard to sleep,because all I can do is think of you.You are on my mind night and day,the thoughts of you are wonderfully right.I only have one more thing to say, I feel your eyes are watching me every night. Your beautiful eyes are so hypnotizing,no wonder why I feel in love with you.I feel our love rising and rising,I tell you this because, I am true.I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.....

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