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 Love
Letters from Heaven
- Part 2
Love
Letters from Heaven
- Part 1
Love letters
from Heaven – Part
2
My love,
Today I sit here
writing this letter
to you while I look
out the window of
the estate. The
view is
spectacular.
You left to take
care of your affairs
just a few short
moments ago but I’m
already yearning
just to be in the
same room with you.
Even the mere sight
of you brings me
peace and joy.
Conversely when
we’re apart I miss a
piece of my soul.
Sweetheart the sun
is shining today
through the soft
drapes casting a
rosy glow on all it
touches. The
flowers outside are
flourishing and as I
watch the wind move
through our garden,
I’m amazed at the
love expressed. The
wind softly moves in
to sweetly caress
each petal, and in
doing so the flower
thrives. Not unlike
the love that we
share. It moves
about me covering me
in grace. In your
embrace the soft
blanket of heavens
stars becomes the
cloak where nothing
exists but you and
me. Each moment
together, each
second, is an
eternity and in each
emotion, I know what
it means to have
life.
That is what I wish
to express most to
you my love in this
letter. Your love
not only caressed my
heart, your fire not
only entices my
soul, but your very
presence has given
me myself. Because
of you I know what
it means to breathe
in the fragrant
scent of flowers.
Because of you I
know that the stars
exist not just as
planets, but as the
light that twinkles
in your eyes. And
my love because of
you I’m an open book
of love and light to
anyone. I am the
beacon of love for
all who doubt its
existence. Because
of you… I live for
joy, I live.
As I look out into
the summer day my
love, I see you
light in
everything. I see
our love growing in
the very garden we
tend. Flourishing
becoming that which
it was designed to
become…divine. I
send this letter to
your heart love, may
it rest softly and
keep you warm while
you’re away.
Always,
Your muse
@};-
© SR
Love letters
from Heaven – Part
1
My Love;
The wind carried
your name to my ear
so sweetly that
fateful day.
Kicking up the fall
leaves in a
whirlwind dance of
joy that I had not
yet known. Little
did I know that the
future could have
been told by those
leaves… swirling,
dancing, and
leaping. The joy
expressed as the
winds of change
worked their magic
might have spoken to
a clearer eye of the
love that was to be
discovered. And
yet…I continued on
unaware of the
foreshadowing that
had just occurred.
Silly isn’t it… When
we reminisce now the
fear we felt at the
time was merely
knowledge shared,
knowing there was
something special in
our hearts. The
shift, the turn had
taken place. The
souls sigh as we
realized on a level
we were not yet
aware of, that our
hearts recognized
each other across
the ages.
This letter is for
the soul that
whispered into my
heart, of beauty.
The soul that
remains my quiet
strength and guiding
light. Every moment
I am with you I
cannot bear the
thought of a rainy
day even as we are
soaked in the
storm. The flowers
around us are
vividly colored,
brightly shining
even in the cold of
winter when the
world is asleep.
And on the nights of
the warm hearth
fires as I lay
wrapped in the glow
of your love, the
howling wind outside
is but a creak in
the wood. The
troubles of the day
are gone and the
dark night shies
away from the beacon
which is our love.
Back that fateful
day when my soul did
its dance of joy at
the mere sight of
you, somewhere
someone unlocked my
captive heart. The
journey of which
leads me to this
day. I profess my
love for you this
day and everyday as
the person who set
me free, the love
that has given me
wings, and the light
that guides me
through the dark
storm. There is no
love brighter than
the fire of ours and
I will tend that
fire patiently,
passionately
offering all that I
am to each last
ember.
And when you sleep
at night, I my love
will be the angel
that kisses your
forehead. The
spirit that gently
brushes your hair
away from your
peacefully sleeping
form to weep in awe
of the beauty that
the moonlight was
made to shine on…
And our love will
transcend all that
time stands for,
becoming the perfect
energy, put in the
bountiful earth,
producing the rarest
flower… perfect,
simple, and
beautiful.
All my love,
Muse
@};-
© SR
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