Saying I love you is not enough...
My soul has travel thousands of life just to be by your side.
Saying I care is not enough...
I will do anything to make you happy, to see your smile.
Because, yes! You're my soulmate, my only one.
Your're the face I want to wake up every day and go to sleep with every night.
The path I want to live life after life.
The hands I want to hold tight.
You have become the longest and best adventure I got myself into.
Knowing that I love you so much, that you are the only one I have ever truly loved makes it easier to hold on tight and harder to even think not having you by my side.
Saying I love you is not enough to honor the big inspiration you created in my heart in my life, but is the only way I have to recognize you that without you? To me there is no life.
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