Flying At Night

You’ve turnedyour back I see.There was a waynot so discreet. Dispelled I cry.Torn is a heart.I feel all a fullcurtailed part. Now let me pryshall I my Dear?What was that Isaw appeared? A lovely neck Isee a butterfly.Changed you’llsee time fly by. Fragile I’ll filea list of bliss trydoes a whisperyours creeps by. I fall…