Bradley Tremmil
HONEYCOMB…
My honeycomb,
Will loveliness hide her face
like night strays from the light of day
Will she hold silent her voice
As if the morning birds
would praise no more…
How can a butterfly mortify her wings,
How can an oyster lose its pearls?
You to me,
Is like a fire without the flame
Me to you,
Is like a flower without the rain…
What’s a bee without his queen
Can he ever stray too far
when his heart knows it’s bounds?
You must be the honey tree
Cos at every dawn
The more we mate
The more I’m into you…
They call me the honey bee
I must have died a 1000 times
And a 1000 times I was reborn
by your kiss of life…
Yummy honey
Are you not are my honey comb…
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M.Tremmil
Yes another wow of a poem
Thank you Lajen your wows are inspiring!
very romantic…………
Thank you Branka it must be the sweetness I presume.
Another sweet romantic poem Bradley. You have a special talent.
Thank you my friend it’s the sweetness that keeps me going.
I completely understand.