Posted: Monday, February 27, 2012 12:37:25 AM
When i was young, i use to dream of far away places. But, my purse was small and those dreams faded. As I grew the things I once thought I wanted. Are soon replaced with new dreams. As a teenager i dreamed of a young man, strong but gentle. Taking long rides in his car down the county roads. With the windows down and the wind blowing threw my hair. This handsome young man, would have one hand on the wheel and one arm wrapped around my shoulders. Our favorite music blasting on the radio. He would look down at me and smile. I would know,then that he loved me. I got my dream in December 1973. I know he still loves me. Not so much in words but in the things he does. We still take a ride every now and then. Down those county roads, blasting our music on the radio. He still wraps his arms arounds shoulders. I want nothing more then to live out a simple life, with that handsome young man, from behind the steering wheel. When my glory day comes. I will drop down on my knees and thank God personally. For tne wonderful man, he sent to me.