Fair's Poetry

I sit in the quiet patience of a meticulous mind,
Finding the chase of doe and rabbit ridiculous in kind.
To hunt is to hunger yet I do not starve;
Instead I sit in wonder of where you are.

Madam Fairy, full and fair,
I long to meet your gaze and hold it there.
To behold a star walking upon the land,
that is the plan,
to offer adoration, devotion, and all I can,

To watch your eyes glow and flutter in reprieve,
To see you turn toward me choosing to believe,
I want passing glances and midnight rendezvous,
Clasped hands and the aching wish to please you,

I wish to take you, watch you turn in tender disregard,
Forget the world, forget where we stand or who we are,
Lie in kisses and wandering romance beneath the stars,
oh, what it is to dream.