Thursday, December 22, 2016

LETTER: I PRAY FOR YOU

A love so strong, so deep, so passionate...everybody has love, without this love there would be no life. Every day you think of your love, with a heart so small and its love so big. You only have one choice, to love the one you are with. Day after day you sit and dream of all the wonderful things you have to give, but nothing comes closer to your love, the one of your dreams, the one that loves you through and through. Through thick and thin they will always be there, to guide and protect, your love, your hero, your soulmate, your forever-burning light. Your love is your life,your path to an everlasting eternity.

At the closing of the day,
A prayer for love this night I say.
A prayer for love that echoes deep,
Just a little prayer before I sleep.
"Stars above, I pray to you,
And listen close I beg you to,
That ever should I hope to find,
A love of heart, soul, and mind,
That should these things ever come to me,
Let them all treasured be.
Let nothing tear apart,
A love that should bind each heart.
And further stars, let me ask of thee,
Let this love in no question be.
For such so strong both hearts should know,
And from them both should it never go.
Let this love be as the sand and sea,
Forever in a perfect harmony.
Come this love however it may,
Darkness of night, light of day,
Right next door, or from afar,
Let me know, I pray little star.
And while I dream of the one I love,
And while you sparkle high above,
Never from me should you dismiss,
The memories of his gentle kiss.
And while I dream of someone far away,
Stars above, this I say,
Even should I die before I should wake,
Never from me this love do take.
For nothing more precious to me could you give,
Even if in heaven should I live.
So if this love, should it be real,
Keep is strong by strength of will.
And if this love, should it be illusion,
Let it go, with all due confusion.
So stars above, I pray to you,
Listen to all I've asked you to.
And when on the morrow comes the day,
I'll pray to the sun, come whatever may.
But tonight is for the moon and each star,
And little prayers said for a love afar

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