I found this poem from the Maker on my pillow yesterday; it was folded neatly into a homemade envelope and sealed with a tiny smiley face that had been cut out of masking tape.
I Love you so mutch I cant explain
Id’e like to rid whith you on a trian
Id’e ride to kentucky Id’e ride all the way
Id’e ride so fast I woldent even pay
And thats how mutch I Love you.
(I love you, too, Sweetheart. Boy, do I ever.)