One of my few regrets
I didn't write that much
Whilst tasting sweet love
Now that once again
Reminded me how bitter it could be
As I try to recall
The beacon of light
In the darkest night,
Honey after countless
Of bee stings
There's a certain sadness
Knowing I should have captured
Every positive feelings derived
Every small things
Mundane events
Everything
At present a scathing,
Idea in my heart and mind
It would take a while
To shake of the bad taste
And by the time the nectar hits me
Countless of love letters written