Lonesome

POETRY NEWS #4383
Date: 08/09/2013 at 23:51
From: Repetiteur Phelia Alexandrian, Bardlet Benefactress
To : Everyone
Subj: Lonesome

Where are you my dear?
When you should be right here,
Hunting so far, far away?
I cant blame you there,
For the weathers so fair,
For wanting so much to stay.


Where are you, my love?
In the skies high above,
Flying so far away?
Come see me some more,
My lifes such a bore
Sitting here waiting all day.

Where are you both now?
I just dont see how,
You two stayed out all day long,
I will wait here all day,
With my flute I shall play,
Here where I know you both belong.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 632 AF.