The nectar that nourishes the seed
I hold within my heart;
Given only to the one,
Who pulls my soul apart.
Sipping the gilded blooms
I shared the fruits of toil
Because you are deserving
Because you are the spoil
And when all is said and done
I hold you beside my breast
Only to gaze upon
this-worldly jest
that places
in my arms today
a love
which outlasts
All the rest…………..