Love is like pure honey.
With it, life is a treat.
Milestones, mountains,
pollination by little bees.
I hear buzzing all around.
Footsteps cushion my ears,
but I dread silent sound
and the day honey ages
and tastes bittersweet.
I\'ll forever cherish the jars
that collect the memories
and pray every night
that my little bees go far
and find their shooting stars.