 I desired her, secretly admired her, wired her, a letter, together, and it went, my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me, but I know you very well, now let me tell you about the feelings I've been for you, and I try, or make some sort of attempt, I simp, damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp, cause then I would let you know that I love you so, and if I was your man, then I would be true, the only lying I would do is end up there with you, sometimes it's only the one who loves you dearly, P.S. love me tender, but the letter came back three days later, we turned to cinder,