Sir Connelly Poem by Deborah Cromer

My beautiful, magical fairies have been staying out late and come home with smiles
Seems they've been visiting this special man and fly the nights for endless miles
They dance on his pillow and wait for him to go to bed and fall asleep
They whisper moments and memories they won't share and privately keep
They do say he is beautiful and that I should at least once gaze into his eyes
No reason to doubt these ladies, they are gifted and honest and have become very wise