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.