Can there be anything sweeter than this honey,
Fresher than my blooming red rose,
Embraced by the sparkling cool morning dew?
Yes...certainly yes my dear!
Your smile,
Your innocence,
Memories shared, are now spring for a long freezing winter...
Hidden pearls in the deepest silent ocean.
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beautiful poem, moving the reader. a ten