I did not believe in love.
only in movies and romance novels.
I thought I was broken
all the love parts needing replacement.
then she happened
I kissed her
and said I needed her.
she taught me the difference
between making love
and being ******.
I could not remember
what making love was like.
she said I was sweet
like the honey from the bee.
she opened my chest
lifted the broken ribs
tended to my Wounded heart.
it was flowing blood again
no longer hard like leather.
but soft and pliable.
this ******* was her gift
and now when I say
I love you so much honey.
tears of joy flow down my face.