#187

Dispatch to my love:

I miss even your smelly

Farts when we’re apart.

#186

Dispatch to my love:

As spring does summer become,

Be my first swallow.

#185

Dispatch to my love:

Meet me as the moon rises.

Stay until it sinks.

#184

Dispatch to my love:

As spring does summer become,

Migrate back to me.

#183

Dispatch to my love:

Meet me under the moon’s glow,

Beneath your window.