I cup my hands
to staunch the flow
but down and out
it surely goes

and never stops.

Put your hands 'neath mine.
and hold them tight.
Stop the honey river
running sweet
between clenched fingers
tight and strong.
My silent scream
to right the wrong

and make it stop.

Please keep it there,
and tasting deep
remember love
we vowed to keep.
Still somehow slipping
through my fingers
like sweet sweet syrup
called "remember".

The pain must stop

as seeping slowly
in the ground.
Where is the place
where first we found

a Love to never stop?