Sweeter than dripping honey Sweeter than a bakers sugar Heart warmer than A deep winter fire Equally as inviting, Even more comforting
Tender heart of delicate gold Too scared to leap into the bold Light of ever-bright day Compliment every little thing Those soft, smooth lips say, "It's only the truth"
Delicate is the touch Of October's wonder Gently held moments Embraces of longing Desires whispered quietly To winter fires
How buttons are easily pressed And strings carefully pulled Play it like a hidden melody Only to stop before the song is done The remainder left unsung