Sweeter Then Honey. More Luscious Then Whiskey Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Oh how my heart is pressed at.
How long it had been since I had
stroked words on paper with a
delicate hand. How can she confound
me so. How do I fall victim to
her tantalizing sight. Inexplicably
she had caught my perverted gaze.
And yet it is much more then that.
She has provoked my heart to open
with widespread arms for her. Oh
could I possibly endure the inevitable
wait that is soon to come. The thoughts
they once again flow like fresh
cradled honey. Oh but a spoonful of
this goddess is not enough to quench
my thirst for her. Her bountiful
body is only matched by her heart.
Oh how I wish to weep as the miles
are placed between us.Has the search
come to end? Within this battered
chest lies the sweetest answer that
have ever been found. Yes.

Renewal of the a lost soul is often bound to occur, given that the lost allow themselves to love again.
Speak not words of glorified language, but rather yet, let your love glorify your language.