Your hair is a taste of paradise.
Impassible honey river
The Eden of working bees.
Those dreamers of dreams,
From rivers like yours
To more plausible streams.
Cascading sunshine:
Golden rays curl about your eyes
Light lending life to color.
A sweeter gaze,
Melting cores of sugary sentiment.
Still sour judgements
Pursue the insecurities
Of the worker bee.
Sha Ka Ree?
Oh he dare not dream!
Yor hair is a taste of paradise.