Dear Amor: Yes, I’m still crazy about you. I don’t think I have a choice rather, or not to.

We’ve been together for so long; through the good, the bad, the weak, and we conclude strong.

Me and you, kid – we get along. You like the way that I rep you and sing your song.

I sing it with conviction; I clarify rights from wrongs, and I sing on pitch. You blaze stealthier than Harley, and I happily ride bitch.

It’s okay. I know what folks say when they see my hands clutched, my thighs gripping your hips, my lap against your butt: “it’s the perfect hug.” You are the one that I’m cut-for, the one that I love.

The speed at which you cruise is awfully fast. Will you ever slow down and hug me back?

You’re moving pretty reckless around those bends. Will we be able to get a little bonding time in?

It’s a fine way for us to column a win. Yesterday is gone. Time allows us to “begin again.”

Each day presents us both with a new opportunity to build a broader and healthier community.

Yep, It’s you and me, kid. Let’s work together to fair things up. I’ll provide the fare because you are the bus.

You’ve been carrying us for a long time. I appreciate your moon appeal and the rays of your sunshine.
I’m most grateful that you would be mine. To not love united is to draw a foul line.

Speaking of love, perhaps we need to discuss transportation endeavors. Gasoline pollutes the scene – what are your thoughts on electric and hybrid treasures?

I think we can do it and that you’ll enjoy the feel — of fewer gasoline fumes so the world can heal.

Yes, I’m still crazy about you – you’re even dapper in your girth. I know that you love many; your capacity encompasses worth.

So, I keep you on my mind; it’s always good to pair-up,

I’m Qui

Still up to adore mi Amor, Dear AMERICA.

Let’s bond over the good of yesterday

and strengthen the future that’s coming our way.