Fair's Poetry

Oh it flows as such with wind and rain,

To see them part, and finally wane,

Again with colorful rainbow hue,

Finally breaking through this blue,

I call to you and only hear my echo,

Oh, to be alone sipping Prosecco,

I wait for nothing and expect its return,

To sit again and wish to yearn,

To paint words with loving banter,

Like seeds in the summer planter,

I want growth, I want joy,

To play so much with unbroken toy,

I want her to see me as future endeavor,

Not a pick up or put out down whenever,

I want my forevers forever.

May you find me.