The sight of her
brings a smile,
whether in pajamas
or dressed with style.

To see her move,
to taste her kiss,
is true luxury,
I don't want to miss.

Just like golden fluid,
squeezed from bears,
drizzled over toast,
or cinnamon pears.

It's what I call her
as she buzzes around,
tending our hive,
humming jubilant sounds.

She pollinates me
and makes me grow,
this is forever,
it's not hard to know.