Away you go paper plane,
Bring my presence to her.
Wrapt in this missive is pain
In each my mile goest my sane.

Travel safe my love,
Every inside contains pathos.
Health thy wings spread free,
And let winds take you to her with glee.

I do not know your return,
Or would you ever shalt be.
If ever you return a reply,
I'll be here waiting for your paper to fly.

Today's Sunday.

It is a good day.

With this warmth I can never stray

That would be the right thing to say.

'Ahh' I can see everyone's smiles so clay

On this sunny day of May.

Kids running back and forth in the bay

While teenage sat there and lay.


Oh, I can never let this go away.
I wish I could forever stay.