Astray to taste
what you felt
was perfectly
pleasing,
realised only
in fantasy does
such exist,
love is reality,
blend of bitter,
sour and sweet.
If you return
to your flower,
my honey bee,
I will give
you succour
and forget
you went astray,
for love
forgives all.
So beautifully penned and deeply stated. Love is a reality.. so many times it can be missed and even taken for granted. Caught in their own demise, mask of distraction.
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You are always appreciative and encouraging.Thanks.
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Thanks so very very much!
🙏💜😊
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