From Pittsburgh With Love

Seventeen hours,
and a hotel room makes a day.
I am estimating the time,
and how far I am away.
Do not think my trip to Pittsburgh,
is a vacation.
I will be thinking of you,
As I watch the skyline,
from the dimly lit restaurant,
on Mount Washington,
I will think of you.
Rarely do you find,
a city like Pittsburgh -
one with so many bridges.
Yet, we are apart,
like the Allegenie,
and the Monongahela.
So I sail by myself,
as the cars watch,
from the bridge above,
as I write to you -
From Pittsburgh With Love

This is for you from Oregon with love,
Our connection was made long ago directly from God above.
I am writing this to you while you are at Pittsburgh,
We crashed into each other like the Titanic into the giant iceberg.
I miss you so much,I wish you were here,
Although you're far away,your love makes you seem near.
I want to look into your eyes and say I love you,
I want to be at the alter and say I do.
One day we will,I just wish it would be soon,
I am sending you this from Oregon with love,from my heart to you.

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