Drops Of Honey Poem by Friday Dejavu

Love they claim is funny,
Sweet like drops of honey
illusive as the idea of money,
yet abuse and rejected by many

She met me behind close doors
Afar I drool for her gifts,
Pride shut me out,
Now i smile at my shyness.

Perfect as the sun
She makes my ego dance
In vain I desire her touch
A broken heart, who can mend?

Give the rain a chance
Let it wash away the tears
Forget the moonlight play
Let me be your blinking stars.

Knock, knock, my door bangs
Who? I scream aloud,
Ants gather round my honey,
Jesus! she speaks.

Salvation I bring,
Perfect love I give,
Open up, I pray thee.
Before I form you, I loved you.

Love has found me home,
Peace, my soul rejoice
Completeness in his love,
Basking in his grace.