All that I have ever wished for is for someone to complete me.
Someone who is friendly and kind, complements my outlook on life.
Someone who will lean on me and at times let me lean on her.
Someone to hold hands with, to lie with, to snuggle at night for warmth and belonging.
I want to share my ideas with her, to hear hers, to inspire her, and her, me.
To hear her voice, to hear her laugh, to hear her cry – needing me.
To look into her eyes and actually lose myself within their glowing brilliance.
To steal a kiss from her lips, to touch her with gentleness, to spark the passion of her soul.
To run my hands through her hair, to relax her with a massage, to caress her breasts, to love.
To look down and see her hand in mine, to feel the passion flowing between our minds.
To have:
My heart would melt, my eyes spawn oceans of joy, and my mind to know of ecstasy.
I would be complete, knowing that she loves me, for being me, as much as I, for her, being her.
Is this too much to ask – a relationship so close that time and space no longer matters.
To share everything we have, are, and will be with the other – in total completeness and harmony.
In all my travels I have never gazed upon a person that would make me oh so complete.
I have thought no person could exist and I forever would remain alone.
Until the day, that day when she might truly appear, grace my world and be part of me, for me, completing me.
My dear sweetheart – today…
My heart melted… pouring out love effortlessly to you.
My eyes flow boundless tears of joy, all for you, and
My mind is lost in an state of total awe… inspired by you.
All because of the 3 words you now repeat to me each day… “I love you.”