Dear Soulmate
Is it your heart I feel pounding within my chest?Mine is too frail to beat.It twitches at its best.It must be your love flowing through my viens.Mine is gone with you.Nothing of that remains.Was it your star that collided with another,illuminating the heavens we see?That burnt like a supernova fierce and so free?What was the warm touch on my cheek during that cold December night? Could it have been you, though you were not within my sight? Are these your eyes I see through that make everything seem so bright?Are these your dreams I have that bring peaceful sleep at night?These must be your hands, for I've never felt so soft.It has to be your soul inside me.I know this can't be wrong.You are the only one that makes me who I am...And when from the path I fall.It's your love that makes me stand.I breath so I can be with you.I see so I can look in your eyes and have them staring back at me.I feel so when you touch me, my body goes out of control.The reason I am living is because my heart keeps beating for you I hear so I know when you're calling my name I taste so I can taste the sweetness of your kiss.I smell so I can tell when you're around. The reason I am living is because my heart keeps beating for you.You sing your song of love to me...a melody of sheer delight. Your notes fall upon my ears as sweet tones of joyful longing.A love tinged with the honeyed soulfulness of your absolute perfection.You ride the waves of life, not alone for our love provides a cushion. A softness of pillowed passion as I caress the chasm of your wonder. So, sing your song of love to me and hold me in your arms. Dance with me to the music of the spheres of universal love and our souls will touch yet again.As our spirits soar on playful vespers softly wind kissed forever more by the spirit of love.
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