Honey
A golden liquid form, kissed by the sun.
A whisper of sweetness, where love has just begun.
Golden threads binding hearts in embrace, soft as the morning and tender with grace, a place that keeps your heart at ease.
In every drop, a promise we keep, a love flowing so gentle, rich and deep.
A melody ancient and forever young, through seasons of longing and rivers of time.
Sweet honey you'll always be mine.
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