There's something about you
that is mega lovely,
and,
super splendid cuddly;
many many adjectives
they do
in my head
land,
when we walk
hand
in hand.

Don't migrate yet,
you'll miss summer's going
goodbye;
but your wings do look beautiful,
in fade,
in sky.

Just one more time come around sun
and bring the warm easy
like you always do,
your rescinding shine
has in it all of you;
being the days you were.

Oh you,
you make me *******
at being Zen
because if apart
now becomes when,
a when will I see you again.
The stampede is fast
to your arms.

In mild air
seething green recedes
at a trot
not gallop,
some splendor left
but scarcer and sought.
Fortified in fought,
still strong for days
unchanged.
Until giving way
is the way.

If the world should cave in two
I don’t know what I’d do
as I’m not Doctor Who
so I guess I’d just save you.
If you’re scared at night
and
if you've have had a fright
would you let me put it right
by turning on the light?
If you graze your knee
I’d give you something on me
my last plaster for free:

all these things I say
are here to make you smile
so you won’t run a mile
and
stick around for a while.

Sitting in the field of us
I forget what the concept of unfurrowed will allow;
as it's just me and youy
in the now now now.