My Dearest Soulmate

My Love,


Some romances spark like lightning.

Ours…

has glowed for a lifetime.

Even after all these years,

my heart still stumbles the moment you walk into a room,

as if it remembers every version of you

I have ever loved.

Gardenia greets me first — soft and familiar,

a bloom that feels like coming home.

Freesia follows, bright and gentle,

the echo of long-ago afternoons

when we learned how to love each other

in the quiet, steady way that lasts.

Then the heart of it unfolds.

Pomegranate and lily entwine,

a reminder that love doesn’t fade—

it deepens, sweetens,

grows richer with every season we walk through together.

And finally, the warmth settles in:

cashmere wrapping around us like an old embrace,

woods humming low and constant,

a steady rhythm I have trusted

for what feels like forever.

This is devotion —

the kind built from shared mornings,

soft laughter,

and the comfort of knowing

that even after fifty years,

you are still my one true home.

Let it fill your rooms like the warmth we’ve built.

Let it soften your skin like a love that never lets go.

Let it follow you into the bath like the quiet comfort

of a soulmate’s touch.


Softly Yours