Friday, August 15, 2014

LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE

Dear Soulmate,

As the days pass by slowly, my desire to hold you in my arms grows like a volcano just waiting to explode, and shower you with tender loving care. My feelings for you are true, and as deep as the sea. I can only hope you feel the same way, because this was meant to be.Your golden hair threads of endless sunshine.Your eyes,seas of compassion and emotion.Each word you hispher, engraved on my heart,memorized In my soul. a look, a casual gaze, a burned image in my mind, of your smile.More than the moon, stars, sun, and clouds is what you always say.But that can't even begin to measure how I feel for you each day! When you came to my life the eternal snow of my solitude melted in my soul, formed rivers to fecundate the life, My love was a dormant volcano crowned by the long cold of my  nostalgia. It was the quiet night, it was the night without echo, it was the same sadness cohabiting with the solitude. Then you arrived and lit the fire, you gave heat to my soul and flavor to my life then you arrived and moved away the loneliness and banished sadness. Your love is a volcano in eruption. My love was an extinguished volcano but the lavas of your heart flooded my being and lit my soul!

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