Did you see me that day?

Oh, my fairy fae.

Beautiful, young, and strong

Loving the virtual scandal.

I suffered your laughter for the longest half an hour.

I admired and longed knowing if I were married I'd have left hearth and home to have of your vim, a breath.

I am not a religious man, but, oh the deals I would have made.

Mezmorised, lady, thee superhuman.

 You, giggles, and a lick of my pipe.

Lady, all I have now are my pens and my guitar.

Life cuts me no slack and they still want my head.

But many I got time and a cherry pie for you my faerie fae. 

 I will bet the mighty southern cross you still got my poems...all.

~mliarrr