Thursday, March 6, 2014

LOVE LETTER: SENDING A MESSAGE

Again I find myself sending a message in a bottle through the endless boundaries of cyber space.Reaching out to touch the one I love and make her fall in love. As always I send these messages to remind you that, you are loved. For I have taken the vow to protect you with my life. I am the one that loves you, wants you and most of all needs you. I have discovered that life just doesn't feel or seem right without.you. What a wonderful feeling to know and yet one of the hardest I have ever felt,without you by my side. I hold my breath in anticipation of seeing you, feeling you and loving you. For I shall hold nothing back in my weary heart, because I know that your love will release me from my prison, the prison that has held me at bay for years. For you have the key to my heart and it is yours to command. With each beat of my heart brings a new thought of how loving you caresses my soul and delights me in colors. For I am putty in your hands and the link to your past, present and future. I am the chain that bounds your emotional endeavors and the solution to your problems. I am the one, who loves you for you and do not expect you to be anything other than yourself.Your love is my candle in the night that shines so brightly during my darkest hour. It is through the evolution of you that I will rise again to walk amongst love. Though evolution has a cost, it is the death of many possibilities. But the greatest possibility in my life that has endured, is our love has survived. For I want to love you for 100 years and at the end of our century, my only wish would be to leave this world with you together. For you are my one and only Soul Mate. I loved you then and I love you now. This is my message in a bottle.

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