O sweet, as your bottle drops
My heart turned in pops!
For the taste of your sweet
Was no more than tweet
O sadness, I am being blurt
As I clean the floor of hurt
My joy was not dignified
Let my agony be minimized
O Lord, how sweet is the honey
Yet it was paid by money
As this sorrow boost to calamity
You will redeem me of this vanity
O grace, then I am being redeemed
As that day was like a dream
You have returned my sweet using a friend
And I was truly stunned of Your graces never end
O joy, my bitterness then returned to sweetness
Like the bees cleaning the flower's barrenness
How can I thank You Lord?
And how can I thank the one who afford?
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I like the title of the poem and its rhyme scheme. A love piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.