The love of my life

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    The love of my life

    The love of my life is invisible, untouchable and powerful
    He is the protector and provider for the universe
    I've never felt so much love until i got to know my lover
    He took on an enormous amount of pain for my sins
    I can't go a day without talking to my lover
    My lover is a perfect man
    He can move mountain if he wants to
    He can divide the sea if he wants to
    My desire is to keep this love forever
    Because if i ever do anything wrong and he leaves my life even
    for just one moment, i will stess out vigorously and die because i need my lover.
    When i think about my lover i get butterfly all over my heart
    I also enjoy sitting down by myself in quite environment and listen to his soft voice "Don't cry i'm here for you" is what he said to me.
    Its a thrill to feel his present that tries to comfort me
    He has taken me away from my usually friends and families
    I know it because he loves me dearly and just want to see me in good hands.
    This man loves me and i love him so much that there is nothing that can break our relationship because we belong together.
    Even if he provides a husband for me, i don't think i will be able to love that husband has much as i love my lover.
    He is the most amazing person
    So i have no choice but to love this man and live according to his requirements.
    My lovers has place personal talents inside of me for a purpose
    When i grow older i will find out the reason for these gifts

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    phatgirl commented on The love of my life

    11-05-2009

    Very well put words. I strongly believe in what you are saying. I pray that one day soon my faith will be as strong as yours. again well spoken words.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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