You are the pillow I dream on
the down that whisks me to sleep
You are the one whom I live for
with sincere vows that I keep
A look exchanged like a whisper
two hearts that beat on as one
Each touch--understood and granted
sharing the living and fun
Now the pillow is worn and old
but I’m still dreaming on it
While the passion is sometimes cold
we remain a perfect fit
You’re still the pillow I dream on
the one I truly adore
You’re still the one whom I live for
daily and forever more
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Love your write Sandra!!
Love Tinka