My Late Reply To The Letter From My Long Lost Soulmate - Poem by Daniel Goncalves
To: My Long Lost Love, N.
My biggest regret is losing you, your kiss so perfect and loving, the way you looked at me, your smile and most of all the words, "I love you", so true, I still feel it after all these years. I still see you as I did and always will, you're perfect in my own eyes. My heart and soul still yours forever like the carving I made you on that tree.
You're the girl I've always wanted and once had and lost, I never found anyone who I could love as I loved you. It hurts and pains me deep. I put myself in harm's way and do things recklessly because I do not fear death, losing you was far worse. I no longer feel your touch and it kills me but your love still holds me strong and knowing you're out there somewhere keeps me going to make sure you are happy and doing well.I hate seeing you love another or have his child, I wish you had mine and married me when I wanted you to run away long ago.
I was naïve and foolish to try and steal you away from all your problems forgetting I'd be taking you away from your friends and family as well.You were my princess and I your knight in shining armour trying to save you from the monsters in your life and failed. Losing not only my fairy tale ending but the thing I loved most in this world… you.
Yet here I am still yours as always, waiting for my love to come back. I'd wait a life time for you and it would still be worth it even if old and grey. You mean that much my dear Natalie. And as long as you are happy my love, I still won as that once true hearted knight of yours.
As we once said long ago, you will always be the missing piece that made me whole and I will love you always and forever more till the day my heart stops beating and beyond unknown.
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