A sweet nicety
Though only tasted by those who deserve it,
Sharp as a thorn
If you ever mistreat it,
Then there is no way
that you can receive it.
Sweet,
Sweeter still.
Spice,
You'd strive to feel.
Sugar,
Only one can taste.
Love,
For only one's embrace.
A blessing,
Just to see her face.
Her eyes,
Of the purest light.
To wake up,
Within her sight.
A lift,
Akin to the highest height.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
A sweet nicety
Though only tasted by those who deserve it,
Sharp as a thorn
If you ever mistreat it,
Then there is no way
that you can receive it.
Sweet,
Sweeter still.
Spice,
You'd strive to feel.
Sugar,
Only one can taste.
Love,
For only one's embrace.
A blessing,
Just to see her face.
Her eyes,
Of the purest light.
To wake up,
Within her sight.
A lift,
Akin to the highest height.
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