Thursday, March 13, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..WE ARE JUST A KISS AWAY

Dear Soulmate,

We were just a kiss away  from fallen in love, as your sweet, soft lips touch my forehead. We were just a kiss away from sharing our dreams, as my world turns into a fantasy every time you're near. We were just a kiss away  from making sweet love,  as I find your soft body lying next to mine. We were just a kiss away from looking into each others eyes, as I am stuck on your words that make my heart beat. We were just a kiss away from holding each other?s hand,  as butterflies gently float in my stomach. We were just a kiss away from saying 'I love you,'   as I swallow my words that badly want to come out. When your eyes look into my eyes and my eyes look into your soul We both see something that together we can hold. We have a spirtual connection that no one can break.The love we have is real, it will never be fake The way our spirits incline and the way our minds combine.We make a beautiful couple and our light will always shine.I never knew that love could be this way.I never saw something so beautiful until I saw your face.I will always and forever keep you in my arms.You will always be my lucky charm when God put us together I knew it was fate. Now I know you and I will always be soulmates.You are my love, my moonlit sky, the reason for my happiness, and the reason I cry. You are all the things I want and desire, you've turned my heart from ice to fire. A fire that burns brighter than the brightest star, so bright I can see it no matter where you are.A star that turns the night to day,and leaves me speechless with nothing to say.A feeling of pure love, peace, and tranquility,erasing all thoughts of hate and hostility.These are the things you give to me,your love has set my spirit free,Just knowing our love was meant to be.

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