May I...?May I just say...
she makes sure she reads my posts
pours me a tequila, the greatest of the hosts
when she fails to add a comment
unsure what to say is what she meant
sometimes faerie waits for any word at all
and when it comes, magically as the first snowfall.
May I just say...
she is there for faerie at lows and peaks
squishing me so tight you can hear our squeaks
her silence is golden as I sit to listen
her words bear strength, bold and brazen
can't think of a moment when our radars are out
her love and friendship faerie can not do without
And may I just say...
as faerie holds on to the final piece here
using simple words and not from Shakespeare
with all these sentiments expect a lot of squishing
it may come close to some havering
one day perhaps not just words but Taken faerie can touch
for now she is very real, she can never be too much.
For your awesomeness
With some steampunkiness...