I think I've finally found my soul mate
Was it destiny or was it fate
You touched me softly and reached my soul
We are as one, we are as whole
I love your touch and tender kiss
And your loving arms is sheer bliss
You're my mirror image; my inside out
It's definitely kismet, of that there's no doubt
You have put love back into my lonely heart
The only one who truly understands
The meaning of who I am and the true meaning of a loving man,
We know it was meant, right from the start.
Because you have became my desined soulmate of love and devotion.
I never met a man so amazing as you.
You truly put a shine into my life.
I never thought that I would even fall in love again
But somehow you broke though all my barriers
I won’t lie, I was scared to death
Scared of loving you
Scared if I love you that you’ll leave me
Somehow, I did fall in love with your generous heart too.
When you finally said “I love you” to me
It felt like I never heard those words before.
I knew right then and there that you are the one that can make me see.
That I can completely give my entire heart and soul to you and not completely fall apart.
One kiss, one touch, one look after that
Gives me every reason to smile every time
Every time I look into those eyes
I feel like I am falling in love over and over again for the very first time.
With you, I see where I belong
In your arms and in your life
You filled every empty space and every hole.
You are all I need, because you are my everything.
I love you.
I am a student
Rooted in music
My love for it
That is why I choose to do this.
I produce the second
Through the voice
In which I generated from
That is my choice.
...A women's heart is like vault once your in...your in...but once your our...your out for good...
These fingers generate my flow. Maybe in another place where the pen in which it writes is desired. It is a catch-22. Either way, the overzealous pen it seems that the thought of being is the work of my soul. Perfect? Not so perfect at all. Different? Ever-so different. I tried to fit a square into a circle, like a meaningless shadow drenched in rain. Within a dream I want to wake myself before I dream of something else. I bare my soul and I hope as this pen translate my flow. Is it a lucid dream or if love is the answer, what is the question and can it be solved? The love of the words that is being written by the pen that generates my thoughts.
