Friday, March 28, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate

The term 'I love you' gets tossed around but when you say it... I love the sound 'cuz in my heart I know it's true and all my love belongs to you...I love the way you look at me. Like you know it's meant to be I love the sweet things you say and hope to hear them everyday. I love everything about you that's how I know our love is true look into my eyes,tell me that you'll always be there. Touch my face, kiss my lips...I love the feeling of your touch that's why I want it so much. It's like a dream come true that my heart belongs to you 'I love you' isn't just something you say it's what you do everyday so, now I know that it is true you love me and I love you!! My body wrapped around yours. Your tongue against mine. If you whispher, I listen. Soon it will be night but still it's day.Let us brighten the night with love, kisses and laughter.Forget about the others, we'll always have each other. Love... let us paint the sky red. I wake up in the morning to kiss you in the sunlight, and that very thing makes my day bright,Your sweet kisses excite me every waking moment,and your love, you always seem to show it, as I sit here alone and write this... I am sure I'll see you soon,When we met you opened my eyes you made me realize love could be for me. That's what you helped me see love made me realize you should be mine I feel that way because you're always on my mind I think about you all the time that has to be a sign the times when our lips touch I love those moments so much if forever it could be you and me then forever I will live happily there's no telling how I would feel but I know it would be real I don't know in words what to say about how I care about you in every way it's certain things that you do that makes me say "I love you"

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