I taste honey
With a smelling toast,
Too sweet;
I think of you, my honey
In a morning breakfast,
Too bitter.
Drops of honey
Into a cup of water.
I quaff.
No sweet, and no bitter.
A not so sublime mockery of a somewhat bittersweet love affair with the HONEY. It's a joy to read and always provokes a smirk. Keep writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here and there with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.