Love Poems

Honey

You abound in Honey.

Honey.

My father told me

I’ll need honey to survive

life’s long journey.

 

He told me to stuff my bag with enough

for all life has to give me.

 

I choose honey in bottles and packed all

that was available around me.

 

I made mistakes,

fell and bottles broke

with the honey that’s in it.

 

I asked questions at length

but my father wasn’t close to answer me.

 

The universe seems to have heard me

to give me a lover who

drips honey from the honey tree.

You are Honey! honey

No one answers the name better than you!

 

 

 

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