Oh, Honey,
it’s not the money,
clothes, nor the car.
It’s much, much more
by far.
Do you see
how that sun does rise,
that moon can mesmerize,
how stars illuminate
nighttime skies?
You, like the sun, moon, and stars,
are my heart’s light reflecting
love’s warmest glow.
Oh, Honey, you must know.
Money? Clothes? Car?
It’s much, much more by far.
It’s much, much more.
It’s you, dear one, who I adore.
Oh, oh, Honey!
2 replies on “Oh, Honey”
Jan,
Your poem is a grand celebration of a love that is timeless,
yet ever new. Your pen has a joyful bounce in its step…
Thank you for the light that you share.
Sarah
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One thing is sure — One had better share light while they’re in the light & things are light.
Jan
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