Imagine a Deflating Balloon...

with me holding a three hundred mile long string yr humbly smiling, dopey baffoon... I miss you, dear Kinshala and ache to hear yr sweet voice just to spend an afternoon with you over lottery winning would be my choice, for You are what I want above all of that Stuff... cause Everything will just fall into place once we are together - Nothing will be too rough... so I ache and burn, and pain, and pine away hours and days and breath what is mine I shivver, I'm a forgivver = I appreciate Air mostly for knowing that Kinshala is There don't make me explain for I can't = it's too plain as the smile my face has inherited, when thoughts of You come I just grin like I'm dumb and act like I'm liquidly spirited.... So my Kinshala Blue I will keep asking you to help me be patient at best, with heart in a cast these memories will last till the final question is put to the test....