Sweet Like Honey

It's a love poem

Sunshine is honey drizzled in my tea,

With a glowing warmth despite the icy chill.

I try to see past the perfection

But my rose-tinted contacts refuse.

Gazing at you,

Your name spoken softly on my chapped lips,

Those chapped lips smile.

The effect a person can have…

It is so incredibly shocking.

A heart seems to grow wings

And I get lost in a high

Better than any drug.

In an embrace so warm,

I never want to leave.