It has been twenty years with a blimp, and I still dream of you. We were a train wreck of broken mirrors and sheetless beds.
Our lives are good now, But, who cares. My. Heart had always been yours. I'd torch my life to be with you.
You could always read my mind. If you see this and feel the same way, I'm at the same phone, email I was 10 years ago.
Timmie