Ah, don't worry, baby

Bud darlin’, you can just cram those wigglin’ worms back into that kettle, ‘cuz “poor damned, lost soul” was the furthes’ thang from my mind! You would never hear a discouragin’ word like ‘at from me. No, sirree. See, I was readin’ a history book when I found ‘at real nice word fer meanin’ the disposition of a soul, the core of mystery, the oh-paqueness of it, the unreachability of a part of…hmm…unreachable…unredeemable…well, land sakes, baby, looks like you pass a-gin ‘cuz you got as close to it as ya ever could wit’out readin’ that ver’same book! An’ winner takes his pick – what’ll it be - ‘nother puzzle fer ya, er yer turn t’riddle me?

An’ if’n honesty’s the word o’the day, I gotta confess to a li’l worryin’, too, sweet-heart, ‘cuz wit’ all those fish ‘n’ chips flyin’ roun’, I couldn’ hep but check fer some tattooins o’me own, an’ was undress- I mean distressed t’find notta one – an’ I asked myself, how could I ever hope t’keep my voracious pizza lover happy wit’out me own pep in pepperonis er even a tiny li’l a in anchovies?? I hafta admit, I was feelin’ pretty sorry fer myself fer a momento, till I read yer soothin’ words an’ the thangs ya love a-gin, an’ kinda like ‘at rocketship, I haven’ come down yit! Yup, yer cards an' letters an' li’l song bits are a lifesaver! Speakin’ of, if’n the dio-beattys is a threatenin’ t’take ya, on account o’yers truly, mebbe I outta turn up the p’n’v? Nah, jest kiddin' - I’ll jest git along along wit’ ya! An’ ‘at was real ‘ospitable o’Miss B t’pass along ‘at piece o’wisdom – I’ma takin’ it t’heart. An’ I didn’t mean ta put ya on the spot what wit’ ‘at soon word, Ize jest wonderin’ if’n it was one day er a string of ’em I could start lookin’ ferwerd to, bein's 'at I love ya s'much'n'all...

See Bud baby, ya got no cause t’worry ‘bout yer darlin’ grammacticable, camelmealteatot’llin’, mudditatin’ bootist Deanie-gal. Yeeesyes, I know I’ve had my moments, but in all fairness, fer the most part, ain’t I bin good to ya? I mean, they don’t call me serene fer nothin’. But far be it from me to disabooze ya of ‘at notion if’n it means lettin’ my hair down fer a haymock ride wit’ my one ‘n’ only, sippin’ a sassyparilly, holdin’ ‘im tite an’ whisperin’, “mai tai roa ae,” which is a tatahitian way of sayin’, you are out of this world, the best…

You're clear out of this world
When I'm looking at you
I hear out of this world
The music that no mortal ever knew

You're right out of a book
The fairy tale I read when I was five
No Lorelei out of a book
Was more enchanted by an armored knight
Than I

After waiting so long
For the right time
After reaching so long for a star
All at once from long and lonely night time
And despite time, here you are

I’d cry, "Out of this world"
If you said we were through,
So let me fly out of this world
And spend the next eternity or two
With you

XOXOXOXO
Deanie