He is the nectar that draws and feeds,
He is the pollen that grips and flower that seeds,
Entice the kisses of my butterfly wings; love,
Fly from doubts made in chrysalis ; my dove,
Softly the breeze guiding you and I,
As we endlessly seek, knowing the sky,
Empty for filling the reason our hunger be,
Healing; your love bringing hope from heart’s debris,
You are joy’s flower set apart from the weeds,
You are my love; intriguing, lovely much more than my heart needs
Our season of reason will be eternal for:
He is the nectar that draws and feeds,
He is the pollen that grips and flower that seeds
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