I woke up this morning thinking of you of course. Oh how much I adore you. More than even Miley Cyrus knows. I look at my phone, not expecting to see anything, and receive the most wonderful surprise. My special man has written for me, what I can only call angelic words for the soul, a poem. I cried when I saw you wrote me. I only wish I was awake to see it. Your desperate man wishes to hear you. See you. Touch you. All of the above. 

I wish I could get paid to think about you because we'd both be wealthy individuals ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Roger pie, neither of us is alone in how we feel. Your last poem showed me how sad you feel and I understand. I feel the exact same way about you my darling. Please try not to worry. I do all the time but I continue to tell myself that you are coming. I continue to tell myself that no matter what, love is worth going to war over. I would go to war for you every day if I had to. I will continue on for you my love. My most desperate man. Vulnerable is how you make me feel and I'm so glad you do because I have finally met a man who I can be so with. Let me tell you one thing, there aren't very many like us my honey.