Babel of Emotions

When my honeyed fave took a flight To travel all through the sleepless night I thought we would time after time converse But sullen stillness is all I get from the airs terse. I hope that tinted hawk still bears you harmless And remains under the tight harness of its jess. I trust that the glitzy mate always staring back Has not twisted your doubting mind off the track. The color of the new scenes must not offend The dear flames that all worries shortly send; The novel surrounds should instead ever inspire The passions that rekindle love’s cuddling fire. Babe, patience is rare for to wait is to nearly die; Honey, to fake to have all calm is to shamelessly lie. I’m jealous of the sullen silence and envious of the air For while I miss you, the two have you from toe to hair.